Let me tell you a story. One of bloodshed and freedom, of pain and glory. A tale told of melodies that can make the soul soar. Of creatures only our nightmares supply. A story of a girl and a boy, each a beauty in the dark light of madness. Though it may be too late to save them, their stories can still be told. Stories of love, heart wrenching agony and grief. There can be many words to describe this story, many of which are dark and deceptive but nevertheless, descriptive. A girl of unending ugliness and a boy of captivating beauty, one whose soul is ugly while the other of beauty.
Those who tell of the legends of the Poltergeist and Phantom could tell you that the girl was like a poltergeist, the boy a phantom. If you heard one of them sing, you were ensnared in its unearthly qualities. Rumor even has it that if you removed the mask of the boy, you would find only angelic beauty while if you took the girl's, you would find the embodiment of death himself. The girl was said to be cruel and merciless, known to take down whomever stood in her way. The reason for her cruelty and malice was unknown, at least to our knowledge. They say that a boy once fell in love with her ugliness, a boy whose beauty was compared to a god's. The boy who was called the Phantom was said to be kind but had a quality of aloofness that bested even the most solemn and lonely.
Even then, those who tell the stories of the Phantom and the Poltergeist are always glancing around, almost as if fearing that they would come after them. Their paranoia even gets to me. I've mentioned them several times, it's said that when you say their names you feel twin gazes burning holes into the back of your head and I do feel the gazes. It's so eerie that even as I'm writing this, I'm glancing behind myself, checking to make sure they aren't there.
The girl is rumored to have hair that chokes itself from its ordinary raven black to a snowy white and eyes that are said to only be able to be seen in the darkness and appear as the most unnatural shade of red piercing through the shadows. Those eyes that cry blood. The stories tell of her having teeth sharp enough that you could just barely press the pad of your finger to them and you'd be bleeding. You see, the boy, the Phantom, had hair black as night and eyes a curious color of violet.
Just remember as you read, dear reader, that these are only rumors and stories that have been passed around the rumor mill. Now, let me tell you, silence is wise and keep your hand at the level of your eyes. Good luck and may you survive the story of the Poltergeist and the Phantom.
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Broken Reflection
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