I turn back towards the ghastly letter. I am so excited and nervous- I can't breathe. Real quick, I decided to take a picture of it, I need evidence. I slowly open the letter, I don't want to damage it. I pull out the letter and my nose is attacked with the smell of ink and pipe smoke. I resist the urge to jump with excitement, he must be real! This is gonna be huge!
*Writer,
I am real.
Sincerely,
O.G.*
I got instant chills. How could something so simple, be so creepy? Mrs. Changey was quick to see the letter. Her eyes got wide and filled with fear. Oh, c'mon. It's not that bad! She looked back at me, "Well, he knows about you. We should hurry to finish the tour." She stated pretty fearfully. I nodded and began jotting this all down on my small pad of paper. This was going to be my best work yet, I could feel it.
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After the tour, Mrs. Chagney lead me to my room, here in the Opera. "They're home sweet home, correct?" She asked me, smiling. She was trying to not look so concerned. "It is absolutely beautiful, as is the rest of the Opera!" I replied grinning. This must be the best legend ever. "I'm glad you like it. If you need anything, do not hesitate to ask." She said with enthusiasm. She makes a great welcome lady, I need someone like that for my office. "Oh, and about the Opera Ghost. Be careful. He's not what you think." With that foreboding, she swiveled around and left.
I was alone now. I didn't know where to look first. Oh, the camera! I scrolled through the pictures until I see the one with top right floor, where I saw the black flash. I should look around there. If this letter has a smell of smoke to it, maybe there should be some smell or hint of the scent around that area. I put down my luggage in a corner and gather all my "detective" needs. I am so excited to start such a mystery that has already been thrown in my face with being here for the first five minutes! I turn to head towards the door, only to be stopped by the same skull seal. My heart literally feels like it stopped beating. I pick it up gently from the ground. As I am examining the letter, I start to think of Mrs. Changey. What if she was the Phantom? What if she was just conducting a charade to get publicity? But that doesn't explain the black mass I saw pass across my lens when she found the letter.
I open the letter up.
*Miss Mistero,
A mystery is good for my Opera House. You will not need to pursue me, but only to tell tales of me. But, if you wish to see me, I will not deny a chance to speak my word. I am, but only, a ghost.
Sincerely,
O.G.*
"Well, thanks your majesty. I bet you are behind this door listening, aren't you?" I said scoffly. I listen and hear faint footsteps, the sound of running ones. I open the door and spin my head side to side. Hoping to see where he has fled. I see a black cloth swish around a corridor. The chase is on.
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The Perri Mistero Series: Black Roses Fall
Mystery / ThrillerPerri is a young girl with a passion. She loves solving strange urban legends and mysteries. She tackles whatever she can, and on top of it, writes what happens on her world famous blog. Now, Perri travels to Paris to unravel the strange "Phantom of...
