The lights blurred into gray as Christine and the Phantom stepped thought the mirror. Streaks of black flew past them as they traveled at warp speed. Suddenly, an oval of swirling gray opened up in front them. The Phantom’s icy, cold hand grasped Christine and pulled her through. They were here, the Phantom’s lair.
“Welcome to my lair, ” the Phantom said, his voice ringing musically across the stone walls. Drip, drop, drip, drop. Fat drops of water dripped from the ceiling. A few lonely candles flickered, causing the the shadows in the lair to move about. A grand pipe organ, made of stone and painted black, stood in a corner of the lair. The candles’ fiery gaze swept over the organ and caused it to look dark orange. Toward the opposite side, a huge lake sat, disappearing into the darkness. A pile of bones was left in the shadows, almost completely hidden, but Christine’s keen eyesight caught it.
“Please make yourself at home,” the Phantom told Christine, as he strolled over to the pipe organ. The Phantom sat down on the stone bench and raised his hands to the keys. Slowly at first, one note after another, came from the pipe organ. But soon the notes speed up, accelerating away. A few second later and the notes were coming like a downpour, rushing down. It was beautiful and enchanting at the same time. The Phantom’s hands struck what seemed like every key on the organ. And the Phantom began to sing…
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I really liked how you told almost the story of what happened, but in a lot more detail of what you thought should happen. I also liked how you used the area around the center of action to help show imagery.
“The lights blurred into gray as Christine and the Phantom stepped thought the mirror.” You opened this post well with a good hook. I also really liked how you described the creepiness of his lair is the second paragraph. “But soon the notes speed up, accelerating away.” I could feel the intensity of the moment when I read this. Great job!