His words were as effective as if he had glued her to the chair she was sitting on. She dared not move from it when he leaves, not even if she had the strength after her ordeal. She should run away while she had the chance...something in his voice though compels her to remain. It was not a rough voice, on the contrary, it was rich and pleasant to hear. Almost a contradiction to what he appeared to be.
In those few moments, she nearly convinces herself that she had imagined the whole thing. Till he returns. Just as real as he was a moment ago. Her pounding heart has calmed somewhat though, replacing fear with a growing amazement. Questions bubbling over that she didn't dare voice just yet. Still unable to take her eyes off of him, lest he disappear before her. Some of the stage hands had said the Opera Ghost was invisible most of the time. Only a voice.
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Date: 2016-05-13 01:14 am (UTC)In those few moments, she nearly convinces herself that she had imagined the whole thing. Till he returns. Just as real as he was a moment ago. Her pounding heart has calmed somewhat though, replacing fear with a growing amazement. Questions bubbling over that she didn't dare voice just yet. Still unable to take her eyes off of him, lest he disappear before her. Some of the stage hands had said the Opera Ghost was invisible most of the time. Only a voice.