User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Phantom Spazerz

I go towards the basement, hoping the children are still there. When I enter, I see the two young children cowering and crying before a man, his entire body covered by a heavy cloak.

"Be quiet! I can't think with all this screaming!" He shouts at the children, making them cry more. "Ugh! Fine, I'll make you be quiet." I catch the glint of a knife emerging from his cloak.

"Hey!" I shout, getting his attention. He whirls to face me, and I see a mask underneath the cloak's hood.

"More inerruptions?!" He howls. "How much time can you stupid people cost me? I must gather the actors before the opening night, and all these noises are driving me mad!" He throws the knife at me. I duck under it and run at him, before a soft feminine voice whispers to me.

Run away. I stop for a moment, and the man looks around the room.

"Would you stop interfering woman!" He shouts at nothing. "I can't work like this and you insist on letting these nuisances go!" He pulls a rapier and marches towards me. I run from the room, not even looking at the children anymore. When I'm back in the three way corridor I hear different noises coming from the hall to the stage.

"Come here. I'll keep you safe." The voice whispers. Then I hear a change in the childrens laughter. It grows dull, then stops, and is replaced by the sound of footsteps and music. I decide to follow the voice again, and emerge in the space behind the stage.

Looking around I spot a light coming from one of the rooms. I cautiously approach, and notice there's a name on the door. Wiping off the dust it reveals the name Dania Summerfield.

"That was me." The voice again, comes from behind the door. I open it, and see a ghostly woman sitting in front of the mirror, with long curly hair and a flowing, armless dress, and no reflection. My eyes widen as I recognise her from the stories. "I wasn't the only one to die, you know." She's brushing her hair calmly, never looking away from the mirror.

"It was horrible, what he made us do. How he blamed us for his shortcomings. We all should have seen it coming, really." Her eyes aren't moving, and I notice she's not just looking in the mirror, but at the reflection of a wardrobe.

"Don't." She says when she sees me look at it. "I can't bare to look at that thing." I remember what happens to those who earn this woman's ire, and decide to listen to her request.

"What happened? How do I get out of here?" She smiles and puts down her brush, which vanishes the moment it leaves her hand.

"Do you not care for the children, the ones you came here to save?" I look at her for a few moments, not sure how to answer, but when I see her face grow irritable I quickly blurt out.

"I didn't think the rumours were ture." She looks at me for a moment longer, then closes her eyes and sighs.

"Then you are a poor fool, who's wandered into a dead man's game." She opens her eyes and rises from the chair, turning to face me. "There is only two ways out. To finish the script for the play, or to die. And even then, your spirit may only leave if he allows it." She begins walking, though she doesn't seem to ever touch the ground, towards the door I came through.

"If you wish to leave you will need to get the script. You will never make it past the wirter without my help." She picks up a coat, which materialises as she grabs it, from the rack on the wall, putting it on and wandering down the hall, seemingly not caring if I follow or not. We approach the intersection again, and I hear screaming coming from the as yet unentered path. She walk's down it.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I cursed this place after he killed me, forcing my last moments to play again and again, leaving him to forever remember my death. It drove him mad, until he took his own life." She stops for a moment and puts a hand on a darkened patch of wood. "I didn't realise how powerful the magic would be..." She continues, emerging into a large room.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The room holds a small practice stage, and on it two children and Dania are laying dead, while her spirit dances to the melody playing in the room, before it all flashes white.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Witness the end of my life." Dania says, looking on with uncaring eyes.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">A pair of children, one a girl and one a boy, are playing and laughing on the small stage, wearing costumes and running about.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Children! Enough games, we must prepare for the opening night!" A harsh, familiar voice calls from the other side of the room. I look over and see a man, sitting at a desk and writing on a sheet of paper.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Oh, calm down. Children, run along so our dear director can focus." Dania makes her appearance. In life she had dark skin and equally dark hair, with a set of piercing blue eyes. The children quickly flee the stage, and the man at the desk sighs. Dania approaches the desk, and places a hand on his shoulder.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Still having troubles finishing the play?" He looks up at her with an annoyed expression.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Of course! Do you think I'd be sitting here, day and night, pen in hand and sheet after sheet of nonsense because I enjoy it?!" He throws his hands up and sighs. "Do you think you could dance? I need a distraction from this mind sore." She smiled and approached the stage, picking up a flute as she did. The dance is delightful, and her playing is enough to bring a tear to my eyes.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Then I remember how this all ends. After several minutes a child calls, and she stops dancing.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Did that help?" She asks, and the man nods.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Immesurably. If only you didn't have to tend to those pests." Dania laughs, a sweet and rich sound.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I promised to look after my neice and nephew, I'm sorry they've been a bother, but I won't go back on it now." She leaves the room, and the man starts mumbling as he goes back to writing.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"The next few hours were quiet." Dania's spirit says. "The children stayed out of here, and I didn't disturb him." Then there's a short flicker in the room, before the man behind the desk is looking at the two children again. He rises from his desk, and locks the door.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Children." They both look at him. "What I am about to do, is for the best. I promise, everything will be okay..." He pulls a knife from his pocket. A knife that looked very familiar. I couldn't watch what happened next, but the screaming and thumping made it clear. When I looked back at the room, the children where where they had been when we entered the room. Then there was a loud thumping on the door.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Director, I heard screaming, is everything okay? Are the children alright?" Dania's voice, thick with worry, came through.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Oh yes, everything's fine, please, come in, I think I could do with some dancing." The door opened, and Dania screamed. "Now now, calm down. I just wanted them to be less of a problem. And how well they've behaved since I fixed them."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Dania was kneeling by the little girl's head, crying her eyes out. "Be a dear and dance for me, would you?" He asked, locking the door once more. Dania looked up as he walked back over to the desk.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I said. Dance." The threat was clear, but Dania just shook her head.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"How... how could you do this?! How could you kill two innocent children?!" She screamed.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Simple. I took this knife," he pulls the knife from his pocket and places it on the desk, "and ran it along their necks. I can give you a demonstration if you want. Just be a dear and dance for me." She rose shakily, and started dancing like she had before, though the energy of it was gone.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"No, no, no!" The man shouted. "I want you to dance! Not just move around like a dying snake! And where's your flute?" She shook beneath his gaze.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I-I left it in my room. I can go get it if-"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"No! I need my muse to dance and play, or else we'll never be ready by the deadline!" He gets up and grabs something from a table, throwing it at the stage. "Just use that. It'll sound right, I'm sure." She began to play, and while the sound wasn't as nice as before, it was enough to calm him.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">It continued for several minutes, and she'd stop dancing every few seconds until he looked up, and she'd begin again. "Sir, I must rest. Please..." The man looked up and fiddled with the knife.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"No, I must have your dance, it's the only way I'll ever finish on time."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"But I'm exhausted, I've been dancing for hours-"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I said no!" He shouted, shooting up from the table. "Now dance!" She continued to dance and play, but it was halfhearted and slow. He growled something under his breath then stormed up to her.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"If you won't dance properly, then I'll make you dance forever." He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, making her scream. "I'll make you the best muse in existence." There was the sickening sound of a scream turning to a gurgle as blood flooded from her opened throat. Then a thump.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Then, the ghostly form emerged from the corpse. "Now. Dance, forever." She began to dance, and her tune played again, but there was an echo that gave it a haunting sound. "Good." He sat again and returned to writing.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I must have danced for days like that, before I finally pulled enough of myself together to curse this place." As the scene fades, the man at the desk begins to tremble, not fading with it.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Muse," he grumbles, then shouts, "muse! I need your dance!" The spirit gives me a pleading look, before approaching the stage. As she begins to dance and play, the man vanishes. I approach the table, and start to piece the play together. It was to be a romantic drama, with one of the two lovers dying before they were able to confess their love.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The last scene written is about the remaining lover opening a portal to the underworld, and preparing to cross over to tell his lover of his feelings. I quickly begin writing, finishing the scene with the two lovers meeting in death, and both confessing their feelings, before a passionate kiss sees the play to it's finale. There's the sound of a bell as I place the final period, chiming five times before going silent.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Looking up, Dania's stopped dancing, her face smiling at me, before running across and embracing me.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I'm free." She whispers, "we're all free. The curse is gone." I feel her lips at my ear. "And it's all thanks to you." She kisses me, and I kiss her back. Before I can think of what's happening I'm pulling her closer, our lips never breaking. Then she's naked, her dress vanishing as I place her gently on the desk.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"One last service, my hero, before I move on. Be my lover." I nod, answering her with another kiss. As we begin to make passionate love, the room dissolves, her focus on the setting changing to be just me. We're in a large bed covered with silk sheets and my wife is smiling at me. Once we're done she cuddles up to me.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"What did you think dear? Will the crowd enjoy the story?" I smile and nod, giving her another kiss.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Of course they will. It's a strong story. Though I suppose they'll see a slightly different ending?" I ask with a smile.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"But of course. I only let you have the honour of being with the star." She says with a rich laugh. I laugh with her and let myself drift off to sleep.