You follow the man with the white shirt out of the Opera House. You have to run to catch up with him once you're outside. "Michael," you cry. The man turns around to see who called him. He has a mustache and brown eyes. Wrong Michael. You run ahead of him so that he won't see who was calling him. Then you witness the weirdest event of the night. The frantic people running out of the Opera begin to fade as soon as they are out of the door, by the time they reach you they're gone. Ghosts? But you don't believe in ghosts. Do you?
 Whether you do or not doesn't really matter, because by the time you realize that you've run into the street, you're lying on face on the ground. The owner of the car that hit you asks if you can hear him. His voice voice is the last one you ever hear.
                                                  The End
 

Erik won! Click on the rose.