What it's like to be possessed by Eric Vogeler

An adoring fan--after raving about the Phantom's first-hand account of passion, pain, and possession--requested that I share my own experiences.

It was Friday, October 13th. For months I had been struggling with my desires to go through dark tunnels at night and be near scarred men--or at least one scarred man. This Friday night was particularly trying, when during a restless sleep some being seemed to overtake me and make me powerless. I could not tell if it was dream or reality, but the effects of this poor night's sleep were particularly devastating as the following evening was my concert debut.

The concert was magical, and my final number of "Johnny One Note" was received with rousing applause. As I basked in the glory of hard work and a long-held "C", the thing that I had dreaded most came crashing into my mind: The Phantom. After a battle of wills and high notes, I gave in. The Phantom again ruined my performance when I was wowing the law school student body with my modern dancing.

That was nearly a year ago. Every night since I have dreaded sleep, knowing that I can be overtaken by the Phantom in my dreams. But worse than sleep is music. When I sing, I have no power over the Phantom's ability to control my very being. Next weekend I am performing again, and fear the potential ruin of my own praise when solos are interrupted by a masked man whom I detest but desire.