The last thing I remember was walking into my bedroom that had two candles with bright, burning flames. I woke up and reached for my blanket, realizing I was in an unfamiliar place. There was a single burning candle a few inches away from me. I grabbed it and looked around nervously. At first, I didn't know where I had woken up, but that was before I noticed the curtains and the seats. I was on the stage of the old Opera House. I thought it was a dream. I was wishing that it was just a dream. I wanted to leave the building, but it felt like there was something there for me to find. I walked backstage and started to explore the building. The place was huge and easy to get lost in the dark. Even though I had never been inside, I knew exactly where to go. It felt like I was being guided by someone or something. I kept having the feeling of being watched, but I wasn't afraid. As I was walking down a long corridor, I noticed a faint light down a staircase. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, the only candle in sight was mine. In the middle of the room, I saw a picture of my grandfather. I took it out of the frame. I found my way out and got home before anyone noticed. When I got back into my room, I put the picture under my pillow and fell asleep within seconds of laying down.
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The Phantom's Daughter
FanfictionElizabeth Daaé is a 16 year old girl, who lives in Paris, France. She is the daughter of the famous Swedish soprano singer, Christine Daaé. She has been having strange dreams of a mysterious man and she is determined to find out who he is.
