After a few years of working at the opera house, you really thought you knew all of its corridors and passages so well. But you one day realized you were wrong.
On this day, you are in Signora Giudicelli's dressing room, doing some dusting while she isn't here. You walk over to the mirror, and see that something doesn't look right. You examine it closer, and realize the mirror is able to slide over, revealing a dark passageway. You hesitiate before carefully stepping in.
You slowly walk further down, wondering where this passage goes. You think you should have brought a candle, seeing as it is so dark.
You turn a corner, and your shoulder knocks into someone else's. You look over to see a man wrapped in a black cloak, a white mask covering the right half of his face. He stares at you in surprise for a quick moment, but then frowns and demands, "How did you find this place?"
"I-I found a door in the mirror," you stutter, slowly backing away from him. "I didn't know anyone was here."
"Clearly, you did not. I would advise that you return the way you came and not tell anyone that you saw me. Do you understand?"
You nod. "Yes, sir." You turn and flee back down the passageway.
Thankfully, the dressing room is still empty when you return. You stand still for a long moment, your hands shaking. You had heard the rumors, the stories. You knew exactly who that man was.
You have just met the Opera Ghost.
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Multi-Fandom Imagines
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