369: A Night At The Opera

This is the second in a series of three theatre related ghost stories.

Phillip and Valerie’s ten year anniversary was coming quickly. This called for something special! A cabin on a lake? Too rustic. A five star hotel for the weekend? Vegas?

“Couldn’t we do something really exotic this year?” Asked Valerie.

“What about Europe?” Asked Phillip.

Valerie had dreamed of Europe for her entire life. She was ecstatic.

“Well, we don’t have time to do all of Europe.” Said Phillip. “Maybe we could do Italy?”

Valerie wouldn’t say it out loud, but Italy was all she really wanted in the first place.

It was a glorious trip. Venice, Trevi Fountain, Leaning Tower of Pisa, The Vatican, glorious Italian food, plenty of wine. Valerie and Phillip had the time of their lives.

On their last night in Italy they went to the opera. It was an elegant scene. They were seated high up in the balcony, they could see the entire theatre spread out below them. Halfway through Valerie came to a startling conclusion; she hated Opera. She was bored. Not only that, but she couldn’t understand a word.

Valerie couldn’t wait to leave.

As the exited the theatre she tripped on the staircase leading to the main floor. The medics were called in immediately, but it was hopeless.

Valerie was dead within minutes.

Seldom has there been a more miserable ghost.


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