Dance at the Masquerade Ball

by Bruce “Snow Ghost” Russell

I’m done with all your interference and lies. There’s no place to run. You know who wrote that letter. You know what I must do.

Backstage during the show, the chandeliers begin to shake.

I’ve been bled dry. Open up a vein and you’ll see poverty. I’m tired of this blackmail. We need to get rid of her.

This old and rotten theater has seen better days. Sounds of laughter still haunt its walls.

All the hatred built up over the years still resonates inside the theater.

Guests begin to disappear.

He rages behind the stage at the masquerade ball. The phantom of the rock opera rises up with a blood-curdling scream. From now on he will be the prowler behind the stage.

From the January 2013 issue of Happiness Pony. [PDF]

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