A playwright and troop director has crafted his greatest play. Only hitch is he has scorned warnings of restless spirits in the theater. Now ghosts are causing havoc while opening night is almost here. -- Deathshead419
Actors are a superstitious and cowardly lot. In a high-pressure environment where their means of continuing life and relative comfort depends entirely on a combination of extreme good fortunes, superstition is a natural reaction. Their practiced skills could fall victim to any little thing. A random atom of dust could destroy their voice in the middle of a performance and ruin the production.
Theatres gather these superstitions, becoming temples to the beliefs of those who keep it running. Thus... they generate what the performers call 'ghosts'.
Sometimes, they're real ghosts. Performers or stagehands who had unfinished business just keep hanging around. From needing to sing their swansong to missing their final paycheque, they just stay. Making demands, the lights flicker, strange noises in weird corners, and various small mishaps where they catch the blame. And through blame, power.
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