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one night i felt a presence in my room when i was going to bed. i thought it was the angel of music. and i felt something on my arm.

I've been visited a ton of times. I think the creepiest time was when I was going to the pool (it's walking distance from my house) and I have to cut through someone's yard to get there. There is a set of stone steps that you take to get there and they are kinda between two stone walls. It looks like the steps Erik and Christine take to get to his lair. I was walking down the steps and I saw, scattered on the stairs, were blood red rose petals. They weren't primrose or any other wild type. I got freaked out so I ran the rest of the way to the pool. When I came back, they were gone. (Fyi, there was no special occasion at the house so there would be no reason for roses.)

Well, it happened in a dream... but it was so real:

Erik was there, and hugging me! I was facing towards him, and pulled close. One of his hands were upon my neck, the other on my lower back (But not on my butt, thank God!)
Wether he was Gerard Butler or someone else was hard to say because he wouldn't le tme look at his face (even though his half mask was still on).
He just kept saying "Dont look at me"
Oh my God... His hand on my neck, even though it was gloved, was so cold, made chills go up my spine... And I felt it! It was so real! And his voice... so... how do I put this? Soothing? Seductive? Hard to tell.

Then a bit later in my dream, I was running around in the halls of my school or whatever, and I kept seeing him in the shadows before he dissapeared.

And when I woke up, I could still feel his hand on the back of my neck, and that sensation lasted for about half an hour. eek

The phantom is never going to visit me because i am creepy looking and have no range. My soprano sucks and i cant go low enough. DAMN IT FRUCKING ALL!!!!!

DX You never know. I believe in a lot of that sort of stuff, actually. Like... my grandfather's dog was hit by a train three summers ago, June 2nd. We had him buried in our side-yard, because my grandpa's soil was too rocky, and because I had been there when the dog had been born, and I was his favourite person. (He would only take treats from me, he's come and lay down next to me all the time, if someone was playing around with me and accidentally hurt me, or started rough-housing, he would start snarling and barking at the person, even if it was my grandpa- he would protect me with his live.) So, every day, for over a year, I'd go down to his grave and sit there and tell him about my day. Now I go about once a week.

But, you see, the freaky thing was, I used to wake up to hearing a dog howling and barking, and when I went into the garage, my dog was fast asleep, and thus... not barking. O.o;;; And sometimes I'd feel pressure on my legs when I first woke up, like something was sitting on me. Or the mattress next to me would feel warm, like a body had just been there. D: I used to drive myself freaking INSANE with that stuff.


So, in short, that's entirely quite possible. o_o D: Wouldn't be the first time something like this happened.



And plus, I used to look a LOT like novel Christine, and had a lot of the same traits as Erik. (The cold, clammy skin, as pale as a cadaver... you used to be able to see many of my veins through my skin, because it was almost transparent... D: Now I've got that stupid, slight tan from Costa Rica, but still.) So... it's entirely possible....

Ive been visited by Erik heart Just recently too!

Well, my school was putting a musical of this. Musical thing XD I was one of the main characters, and while singing a solo i swore i heard MOTN being sung softly and i was thinking "zomgerik...lalala O_O"

At the day of premiere in cinemas of Phantom movie after I come home Music of the Night was all around me^^
I was a bit afraid at first but then I get used to it^^
and he is always with me^^ |^^
angel of music sing songs in my head
the angel of music sings songs in my head....

"In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came." that line appiles to me. I have had so mant PotO dreams that I've lost count.