Long Time Waiting

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything, but the girl^_^.

AN: Just to let you know in my story instead of her going back in time, it’s like the opera house is stuck in the past. I’d also like to thank a friend of mine for helping me in the 2nd paragraph^_^. Anywho. . .read and I hope you like it^_^.

It had been months, maybe perhaps even a year since his beloved Christine had left him. No one else has ventured into the opera house after the fire, he was to spend the rest of his days completely alone, or so he thought.

She heard countless stories of a haunt taking place in the area from various people at a local coffee shop. Finding that intriguing, she brought herself to see with her own eyes.
She went back to her hotel, allowed her clothes to slip off her flawless skin, and stepped into the shower. She loved the feeling of the hot water running across her body, it resembled a million hands caressing her. She stood around somewhere between 5’3-5’5, she was never sure. She did know she wished to be taller. Nonetheless most men stood above her height which added to her love of resting her head on their chests, but she preferered womens'. She weighed in at about 90 pounds which left her appearing frail, but simply beautiful.

Showers were her favorite place to give herself pleasure. She sat in the floor right where the water would still be hitting her. She slowly began to tease her pussy by rubbing it. When she was all wet she grabbed her dildo that she kept beside the shower and shoved it hard into herself. She was about to moan, but bit on her lower lip so she wouldn’t make too much noise. She closed her eyes and imagined this man full of mystery and lust, she had no idea who he was but he brought her extreme pleasure. She pounded the dildo into her pussy and before she knew it an orgasm was sweeping over her body. She breathed heavily then stood up and rinsed off. Turning off the shower she stepped out grabbing a towel. She wrapped it around her and stared out her window and had a perfect view of the opera house she would soon be visiting.

She got ready by putting on a pair of black jeans and a black velvet tank top, she put on her favorite pair of black combat boots and put her long curly/wavy dark brown hair into a pony tail. She finished the outfit with black eyeliner around her eyes and curvy lines going out and black eyeshadow, and a reddish purple lipstick. She went to walk out the door and looked back.

“Will I need anything?” she thought to herself. Then shook her head when she decided it was best to travel light. She walked out of the hotel and lit a cigarette and took a long hard drag. She walked through the streets keeping her eyes on the opera house and the cigarette in between her lips.

He watched her from a window at the very top, he loved the way she carried herself and the way he thin body looked from far away he wanted her, he thirsted for her. She would be his. He closed his eyes thinking of all he could do to her then opened his eyes to see she was coming to the opera house. He quickly ran down to this lair underneath.

She arrived at the door and stomped out the now finished cigarette. She creaked open the door to the opera house that had been shut down for several years. Everything was old and dusty deffinately not have been used in a while. Surprisingly though the dust only looked as if the place hadn’t been kept up with for just a few months, no where near the years it had really been unkept. She walked up the stairs her boots making noise on the floor. She looked around in awe at the inside of the opera house. She walked up the long flight of stairs and went backstage. She would of loved to see what it was like with all the people running around getting ready.

In the very back she found a door that opened into a room for she guessed was for the star of the show. The walls were a light red shade with a hint of grey from over the years. There were dead roses wilted all around the room, in front of this huge mirror was a red rose now wilted with a black ribbon around it. She untied the ribbon and put it around her wrist, and looked into the mirror. Something about it didn’t seem right, she put her hands on it half expecting them to go through, but they just touched the glass. She rubbed her hands on it till she found a little handle in the side, she slipped her fingers on it and pulled. The mirror slid open, she jumped back not expecting that to happen. She looked around before sliding into the mirror and carefully closing it behind her.