The Den Spirit

Chapter Three: Angel of Song

"The what?" Randy asked.

"The Den Spirit," Dora said. "It's a ghost that haunts the town."

Randy laughed. "You can't be serious, Dora. That's ridiculous. There are no such things as ghosts."

Christy look shaken up. "Gh-ghost?"

"Yes," Dora said. "Ghost."

"As in...the Angel of Song?" Christy asked.

Dora grabbed her arm. "How did you know about the Angel of Song?"

Christy was scared. "My-my mother. She taught me to be a singer when I was younger. Oh, how I wanted to sing all my life. I still want to be a singer. I like reporting a bit less than singing actually. But when my mother died when I was ten, I decided to follow in my father's footsteps instead and become a reporter, which I love, but singing was my passion."

"Who was your mother?" Dora asked.

"Wendy Dean, but her stage name was Wendy Seems, her maiden name." Christy said.

"Wendy Seems! Oh, my, Christy, you are related to the most famous singer in París!"

"Oh really?" Christy said, unsure. "I thought she was just an opera singer, nothing more."

"My what an opera singer she was! She was fantastic until..." Dora said.

"When I was born, right?" Christy said. "Then her career took a turn for the worse."

"Oh no, Christy, oh no." Dora said. "Oh no. Do you have any other famous singing relatives?" She said with a laugh.

"I think my great great grandmother was a tiny bit famous in Paris in the 1800s."

"Oh she was?" Dora said, laughing.

"Yes, she was a dancer, but once in a while sang, and she had a voice as lovely as an angel's. Except she kept disappearing and having affairs with a mad man." Christy twirled and giggled.

"What was her name dear?" Dora asked, laughing.

"Christine Daae." Christy said.

And all laughing stopped.