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Ok so basically I went to my campus's TV station to help out setting up tonight's show. We were discussing new TV shows for this year and I suggested a show for strange but true hauntings/legends/occurances and they gave me a go for it. While I have a couple of ideas up in my cabeza from which I've read/heard of before, I'd like to hear what the NS community has to offer.

The story of Eugene gets me every time, especially because it is true.

Just a warning, this is a gruesome story.

There was a naughty little seven year old named Eugene, who lived in the country of Idaho. One day, his parents gave him the chore of cutting firewood while his mother went and shopped for groceries and his father went to work. They told, "You be careful with that ax, Eugene." Eugene, nodded, and smiled, and when they left, Eugene went to work. At first it was exciting to use the ax, but eventually Eugene got bored and disinterested.

THWACK
and two pieces of wood fell

THWACK
and another two pieces fell
into the midwest of the United States, there had been reports of seven year olds abducted and having their first three fingers on their left hand removed, and mysterious murders of seventeen year olds who had their right hand removed. Apparently, it was Eugene who did this, and he would take the parts he took from the children and sew them onto his own body so he could have his limbs again. However, with only arm, and two fingers, the sewing job was never good, and the limbs eventually fell off, and he would have to get replacements. Eugene was caught in the act, two years ago, and was arrested and tried. Doctors said that it was the blood loss that caused Eugene to go insane, so the Judge gave Eugene life in a psychiatric ward instead of prison.

However, Eugene escaped, and is now always on lookout for new potential limbs. But Eugene has gone beyond seven year olds and seventeen year olds, now he'll take any limb that he can get from anyone.

When it's late at night and you can't get to sleep, do you hear a rustling and tapping at your window? You may just shrug it off as a tree branch scraping the glass.

Sometimes, however, it may be Eugene, gazing through the window at you.

Looking at your limbs.

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BOOOO!!

(The boo is generally a lot scarier in person.)

THWACK
and another two pieces fell
into the midwest of the United States
That monster, littering the Midwest with his waste wood!

Yeah, I think you skipped a scene there. Though I can guess it has something to do with a few missing fingers, Eugene's family being massacred, and Eugene fleeing into the woods.

...who lived in the country of Idaho.

Idaho seceded. Fantastic news.

Roll on Montana!

Some stories from Concord, NC

Concord - Concord Middle School - The middle school is a new building that has only been around since 2000-2001. The location was moved from an older building built in the early 1920's now used as a center for students who are disruptive or for other reasons cannot participate in a normal classroom environment to another building located on Gold Rush Dr. off of Neisler Rd. Teachers and other staff at the school have reported hearing footsteps in the halls at night when no one else is in the building. There are also reports of the sound of doors slamming shut when there is no possible explanation for this, although no doors have ever been seen shutting on their own. Also reports of strange sounds in auditorium. One faculty member working in the office late one night heard sounds coming from the hallway. She high-tailed it on out of there. No theories about the cause of the occurrences. Interestingly, though, everything started after a Catholic priest was brought in to perform an exorcism in the media center in 2001.

Concord - Piney Grove Church - An abandoned church, that was left with everything still there... There is a graveyard in the back, and I have seen things; things walking around in the cemetery, there is also said to be 4 spirits in the church.

Now in my neighborhood, there's this two story brick house that's always being sold. A family would move in, only stay for about six month, and then move out. It's always the same thing too. Personally I don't know why the house is always changing hands but there's a rumor that the house is haunted or that it's a 'death' house, meaning something or someone always dies in there.

Well there is a house in town where back in the day some old woman snapped and killed her husband with a pick axe or something of that sort in his sleep then she did some weird ritual thing with some of the organs...

then there have also been two suicides in the house..supposedly the old guys ghost haunts the place and it drove the newer inhabitants off the wall leading to their demise..

I've been there twice never seen or heard anything...people live there now too...and nothing has happened...

Only other thing is in the other town I lived in there was a well and some woman back in the day apparently was throwing her unwanted children down it

My favorite story is that of Didemy-it's a name that runs through my family cropping up every generation of so. The last was my grandmother's sister, but supposedly the first Didemy Gilliam to come to America lost her husband to the winter, and raised a son she doted on. This son was a rancid piece of carrion who raped an Indian maiden, and was dismembered and scattered over the mountainside for his trouble.
Didemy sought out his remains to bury him properly, and was seen wandering the mountains, collecting up what she could find and reputedly sewing it together, waiting until she had an intact corpse to inter alongside her husband, preserving the remnants she could find with beeswax.
She disappeared that winter, which was recorded as being especially harsh, but her lantern was perpetually seen drifting amongst the trees, dismissed by those in the know who were used to her meanderings.
The lantern is seen to this night, weaving in and out of the woods, deep in the trees. Those who live there see it flitting calmly, moving at the gait of a shuffling ancient woman, still seeking her son's remains.
While the tale itself is somewhat poignant, the add-ons grow gruesome, as observers report her ancient ghostly shell wandering the mountain, muttering as she seeks her son's missing pieces. Rumor states she is still adamant on completing her task, but no longer so particular about the original owner. Rumors also state she mutters to the shambling thing that follows her, a patchwork monstrosity of flesh and fine stitching that reeks of beeswax.
A creepy little tale that still haunts me...

My favorite story is that of Didemy-it's a name that runs through my family cropping up every generation of so. The last was my grandmother's sister, but supposedly the first Didemy Gilliam to come to America lost her husband to the winter, and raised a son she doted on. This son was a rancid piece of carrion who raped an Indian maiden, and was dismembered and scattered over the mountainside for his trouble.
Didemy sought out his remains to bury him properly, and was seen wandering the mountains, collecting up what she could find and reputedly sewing it together, waiting until she had an intact corpse to inter alongside her husband, preserving the remnants she could find with beeswax.
She disappeared that winter, which was recorded as being especially harsh, but her lantern was perpetually seen drifting amongst the trees, dismissed by those in the know who were used to her meanderings.
The lantern is seen to this night, weaving in and out of the woods, deep in the trees. Those who live there see it flitting calmly, moving at the gait of a shuffling ancient woman, still seeking her son's remains.
While the tale itself is somewhat poignant, the add-ons grow gruesome, as observers report her ancient ghostly shell wandering the mountain, muttering as she seeks her son's missing pieces. Rumor states she is still adamant on completing her task, but no longer so particular about the original owner. Rumors also state she mutters to the shambling thing that follows her, a patchwork monstrosity of flesh and fine stitching that reeks of beeswax.
A creepy little tale that still haunts me...

That is an awesome story. Did anyone ever get this ghost light and ghost on camera?

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Interesting... I'll probably use it.



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Yea, I've heard of something like that before too. It'd be interesting to try too...


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Heh, sounds like what I need. You've been more helpful than my cousin who lives in NC (near ashville though)

Ordo Drakul - now that's an awesome story

EDIT:
I've actually got a few m'self from my home area:

Norwich, Connecticut:

One story is that of an old mental asylum where a guy was killed inside a machine of sorts (it's never been cleared up as to what it was, as it is all Taboo in the area). As the story goes, the guy haunted the machine and the building for many years to come and the building ended up being condemned for safety reasons. Another story isn't as grandiose as some of the others, but my ma used to live in a funeral parlor as a kid where she clearly recalls cold icy hands touching her shoulders when she'd be folding her clothes and doing the dishes. This happened when no one else was home too...

http://www.prairieghosts.com/haunttn.html

try what killing your spouse with a pick axe in their sleep?

try what killing your spouse with a pick axe in their sleep?

I meant as a part of a show of sorts, at least the ghost bit... Ironicly that does run in the family, as my great aunt killed her husband with a frying pan. Said his ghost haunts that house too.

http://www.prairieghosts.com/haunttn.html

I've heard Tennessee is a good place for this kinda stuff, deff. bookmarking that site.

Tennessee is supposedly the most haunted state, don't know if that is true or not, but I lived there off and on for 12yrs, and saw and heard some pretty amazing stuff.

I meant as a part of a show of sorts, at least the ghost bit... Ironicly that does run in the family, as my great aunt killed her husband with a frying pan. Said his ghost haunts that house too.

Yea that would be cool...the show part...

*note to self*

Steer clear of women sharing Huntaer's bloodline

http://www.prairieghosts.com/hauntky.html

stories from everywhere in the state

I found the Octavia Hatcher story quite troubling...apparently this woman was bitten by an insect..went into a coma like state and was prenounced dead..after a few days others got similar symptoms and it was discovered that they had been suffering from insect bites and were not actually dead...upon digging up the grave of Octavia they discovered she had in fact been buried alive

Yea, well, that's what this thread is for, doing a show of sorts for my campus's TV station. It's possible for me to do it though, I only question the administration's reaction to someone being stabbed to death with a pick axe...

I don't have any ghost stories, but...

http://s3.amazonaws.com/findagrave/photos/2001/222/mccarthyjoseph.jpg

...he's buried less than a mile from my house. That's scary enough! :p

Yea, well, that's what this thread is for, doing a show of sorts for my campus's TV station. It's possible for me to do it though, I only question the administration's reaction to someone being stabbed to death with a pick axe...

Stab the administration then ;)

Lol.

"Huntaer's blood line strikes again! Spirits of administrators now haunt CW Post Campus"

You know, I might not be able to get any sleep tonight. Wonder if old King gets scared writing his own stuff?

Stull Cemetary in Stull Kansas.

Supposedly a gateway to hell.

I've visited the place before being im not too far off in missouri,
nothing special from what i can see,
but it has a really good story behind it.

just google or something, its pretty fascinating

I might've heard of that one. Isn't there supposedly another one in Gettysburg?

Some ghosts are worth chasing, and a few of them aren't.
Good luck anyway.
Try Kenai Alaska, Old Town. Russian Orthodox Church and local area.
And their Pizza Hut. You're *looking* for two phantom men and a phantom woman.

http://www.castles.org/castles/Europe/Western_Europe/Ireland/Leap/Leap.htm

One of my favourite ones.Just up the road aswell.

It's creepypasta tiem!

There's a small, inconspicious building called "Padraic Willoughsby and Co." in the industrial district of Birmingham, UK. Most of the time, its doors are locked and the windows are draped. However, on February 29th of every leap year, there will be a small plastic container outside the front door containing business cards. On the front of the card it says in large capital letters, "PADRAIC WILLOUGHSBY AND CO. ENGLAND'S THAUMATURGICAL SPECIALISTS". On the back, in nearly illegibly small type it says "The blood of the innocent." Any night after midnight one can come to Paidraic Willoughsby and Co. and slide their card through the door, and the door will instantly unlock. Inside there is an empty room with white walls. No light reaches this room, except for a small sliver from the other end of the room. When you approach this room you will find that it is actually another door. When you knock on it, a voice will ask "What makes a man become exalted?" and you must respond with the phrase on the back of the card: "The blood of the innocent." The door will open and you will come into another room, a kind of lounge. Inside it you will find around 5-10 people, depending on the night, sitting around smoking and drinking brandy, all in late Edwardian period dress. There is absolutely no conversation at all in this room and, it is nearly silent except for the phonograph which plays the exact same record over and over, ad infinitum. If you attempt to speak to one of the patrons, they will promptly ignore you and pretend as if you were not there. Towards the south wing of the room you will find a large, round table, slightly different from the others. On it will be a quill pen and a document. The document shows all of your personal information: name, birthdate, place of residence, criminal record, greatest fears, etc. At the bottom of the document is a long line that asks for your signature. No one knows what happens if you sign it.
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If you ever find yourself in LA's Old China town, head into the square, past the statue of sun Yat-sen, past the hip-ultramod toy store called "Munky King" and look for an import store next to what used to be a wishing fountain. Go into this store ad head all the way straight back, you'll see a selection of weapons, Look for a weapon called a Jiujiebian, a sort of multi-sectioned whip. it MUST have exactly nine segments, no more, no less. This will be called the "chain of night" as of now, there are 48 notches in it's handle. It will cost you 29.95. Then after that, go outside and wait till dark, as the moon rises, take a quarter from your pocket and cast it at the wishing well. as it lands focus on that spot exactly and slowly chant under your breath: "by the circles of lao-tzu, the void inside of matter, I call forth the spirit that lingers here!" this phrase is best said in the origional mandarin, but the spirit will understand a sincere supplicant regardless of language. A girl will step out of the bottom of the fountain, about nine years of age. She will ask you: "Where has my mother gone?" you must respond with: "She has long since gone from earth, but look to the sky, and see her there!"

this spirit is not that of a little girl, but of a bog-hag, cursed to obey this one command regardless of who says it. At this moment, you must attempt to strike the girl with your Newly Acquired Jiujiebian. SHE will then snarl and attempt to fight back. Should you win, all the money ever thrown into the fountain will await you. If you fail, all that the folks in chinatown know is that a bloody Jiujiebian lies at the door of the import store with a notch in it's handle. To date, there are 48 notches in the handle.

Here's one from my wife's prefecture:

Shimonoseki is a city in Yamaguchi Prefecture with a very long history. At the southern tip of the main island of Japan, it is bordered by both the Pacific Ocean and the Sea of Japan. During 1185, the great Battle of Dan-no-Ura (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Dan-no-ura) between the The Heike and Genji clan happened in the strait. During the battle, the Heike were betrayed and utterly destroyed. Among the dead was the 6-year-old emperor, Antoku who drowned when his grandmother cast herself and him into the sea to avoid being captured. The boy emperor and his samurai were enshrined next to the sea in Shimonoseki to try and calm the spirits of the dead Heike who are said to haunt the area with glowing spirit lights which can lead men to their doom, and whose voices can be heard calling on the winds and the waves when a storm comes.

Now here runs the tale: In the 1300's a blind monk named Kakuichi lived in Shimonoseki. He was the most talented player of the biwa, a Japanese lute, and was renowned for his recital of the Heike monogatari, the Tale of the Heike, which recites the battles and a list of the dead.

One night, when the head monk left the temple, Kakuichi sat outside his room playing the biwa when he heard his name called. He knew, from the tone of voice and how the stranger spoke, that a great samurai stood before him. Kakuichi bowed and asked how he may be of service to such a great lord.

"My master, the highest of the high, is traveling through this area for a little bit," said the samurai. "He had heard of your fame for reciting the Tale of the Heike and has commanded me to bring you to him so that he may hear of it.

Kakuichi had not heard of a great lord traveling in Shimonoseki, but he decided to agree to follow the samurai to where his lord awaited him and perform the Tale of the Heike, for this he would be well rewarded.

"Follow the sounds of my footsteps and I will guide you to the hall where my master waits. When you return, tell no one," commanded the samurai. Kakuichi agreed and took up his biwa and hurried after the sounds of the samurai's heavy footfalls. The path that the samurai took was long and complicated. Soon Kakuichi became completely lost and struggled to follow the sounds of the samurai's footsteps. Finally, after many twists and turns, Kakuichi felt himself being brought into a great hall. All around him he heard the sounds of many people whispering, commenting on him.

"That is Kakuichi," said a female voice. "It is said that he is the best biwa player in all of Japan."

"I doubt it greatly," said a male voice, "Look at him, a blink monk. What can he know of the biwa and the tale?"

Kakuichi resolved to play the best he could after hearing such. Finally, the was led into a room where, by the hushed tones of those around him, told him that he was in the presence of the great lord the samurai had spoken of.

Kakuichi asked, "What shall I play for you and your honored retainers?"

"The Heike monogatari" commanded a female voice next to Kakuichi. "Our master stays here for a week and much desires to hear it."

Kakuichi played as he never played before. From his biwa came the sounds of that terrible battle over 200 years earlier. He managed to imitate the wind and the waves of the Strait of Shimonoseki, the battle calls of the samurai, the shrieks of the women, and the sounds of the killings. The more he played, the more the crowd around him grew excited. They called and wailed. Finally, Kakuichi started on the list of the dead, those who had died in the battle. With each name he chanted, he would hear a moan that was building to a terrible crescendo as he approached the most honored name of all, that of the boy emperor, Antoku, who had been cast into the sea.

Right before he reached that name, when the build up of the crowd was at its highest, someone roughly grabbed his shoulder.

"Kakuichi! Kakuichi!" It was the head monk of the temple that Kakuichi lived in.

Kakuichi drew himself up, "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded. "Why have you stopped my playing in front of all these great lords and ladies? Why have you brought such an insult to the master of this hall?"

"Kakuichi," the monk said urgently, "Do you not know where you are? Do you not know to whom you sing to? You are in the graveyard of the temple! You sing to the gravestone of the Emperor Antoku! The spirit lights of the Heike are all around you, Kakuichi. Come with me before they take you to their graves at the bottom of the Strait of Shimonoseki."

The monk hurried Kakuichi away and protected him from the wrath of the Heike by writing Buddhist verses all over his body. Sadly though, the monk missed Kakuichi's ears, which were torn off the next night by the spirits of the Heike before they went back to the deep.

Nowadays, the Heike Crabs of Shimonoseki are not eaten, even in crab hungry Japan; due to the spirits of the Heike, who dwell in the crabs and whose faces appear on the crab's shell.

That monster, littering the Midwest with his waste wood!

Yeah, I think you skipped a scene there. Though I can guess it has something to do with a few missing fingers, Eugene's family being massacred, and Eugene fleeing into the woods.
No, I believe the moderators removed it because it was too gruesome.

I shared this story on another thread a while back:


It's not exactly a ghost story, but...

When I was about 8 years old, my parents moved me into a bedroom in the attic. I would come to love and adore this bedroom, but when I first moved into it I was angry and a little scared because I was all alone upstairs in this creepy new room.

I'd been in the room for about a month, when one night there was a thunderstorm. (Good spooky setting, no?)

Normally I'm not too scared of storms, but it was the first one I'd seen in my new room. The trees outside had branches that scratched my window, and the sound of the rain was much louder because I was right under the roof. The wind sounded very very loud as well.

All of a sudden, there was this weird creaking noise. It kept getting louder. It was coming from a corner of my room.

Then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped.

Brave little 8 year old that I was, I immediately yelped and turned on my light. I cautiously stepped over to where the sound had come from.

There was a crack in the wall of my room, and blood was coming out of it.

Yeah. I yelped again. And I ran for Mom and Dad.

It turns out it wasn't blood at all. It was actually some kind of sap or stain or something in the wood paneling of my room. The storm and wind had probably caused the paneling to shift enough for one of the piece to split, and this dark reddish liquid came oozing out of the wall.

It only oozed a little bit, and then it dried into this really cool blood-drip pattern. I begged my parents to leave it there so I could scare my friends with the evil bleeding walls.
I'm sure somebody could take the story of bleeding walls in the attic and make some quality spookage.

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Awesome.

Thanks for that!

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Is that an actual legend that Pink Floyd took their song title from?

*goes to watch Live at Pompeii*

It is funny, this last week or so I've been going through the X-Files from start to finish watching all the episodes about the conspiracy from the start. I'm up to the end of season five now. Anyway, I love the story but watching it really makes me yearn for an ability to actually believe in alien contact, ghosts, spirits etc. I'm just too rational though. I'll restrain myself from trying to debunk everyone's stories though.

well I've probably given this one before but I live in the midlands dammit!

there was once a monastery built underneath the Grosvenor shopping center, allegedly a monks ghost has stayed put and now cleans the place at night...

wooooo!

I've heard Tennessee is a good place for this kinda stuff, deff. bookmarking that site.

http://www.prairieghosts.com/hauntok.html

Concord - Concord Middle School - The middle school is a new building that has only been around since 2000-2001. The location was moved from an older building built in the early 1920's now used as a center for students who are disruptive or for other reasons cannot participate in a normal classroom environment to another building located on Gold Rush Dr. off of Neisler Rd. Teachers and other staff at the school have reported hearing footsteps in the halls at night when no one else is in the building.

Because tired, stressed people are noted for their reliability as witnesses. ;)

There are also reports of the sound of doors slamming shut when there is no possible explanation for this, although no doors have ever been seen shutting on their own.

No possible explanation? I can think of dozens: pranksters who want to feed the ghost legend for example.

Also reports of strange sounds in auditorium. One faculty member working in the office late one night heard sounds coming from the hallway. She high-tailed it on out of there. No theories about the cause of the occurrences. Interestingly, though, everything started after a Catholic priest was brought in to perform an exorcism in the media center in 2001.

...and our next star witness is a tired, nervous teacher who left the moment they heard something slightly odd. I can't understand why so many close-minded sceptics reject this stuff you know. :p

Concord - Piney Grove Church - An abandoned church, that was left with everything still there... There is a graveyard in the back, and I have seen things; things walking around in the cemetery, there is also said to be 4 spirits in the church.

Things walking around the graveyard? Nope, can't think of any possible explanation for walking things, must have been ghosts.

There are supposed to be some ghostly Roman soldiers who wander the Roman roads around where I live. Load of cobblers of course.

This isn't where I live, but its close enough. I copied and pasted from Wikipedia, because I'm lazy.

In 1904, an asylum prison in Clifton, Virginia, is shut down by successful petition of the growing population of residents in Fairfax County. During the transfer of inmates to a new facility, the transport carrying the inmates crashes; some prisoners escaped or were found dead. A search party finds all but one of them.

During this time, locals allegedly begin to find hundreds of cleanly skinned, half-eaten carcasses of rabbits hanging from the trees in the surrounding areas. Another search of the area is ordered and they locate the remains of Marcus Wallster, left in a similar fashion to the rabbit carcasses hanging in a nearby tree or under a bridge overpass, known locally as the "Bunny Man Bridge", along the railroad tracks at Colchester Road. Officials name the last missing inmate, Douglas J. Grifon, as their suspect and call him the bunny man.

In this version, officials finally manage to locate Grifon but, during their attempt to apprehend him at the overpass, he nearly escapes before being hit by an oncoming train where the original transport crashed .They say after the train passed the police said that they heard laughs coming from the site. It is eventually revealed that Grifon was institutionalized for killing his family and children on Easter Sunday.

For years after the "Bunny Man's" death, in the time approaching Halloween carcasses are said to be found hanging from the overpass and surrounding areas. A figure is reportedly seen by passersby making their way through the one lane bridge tunnel.
The bridge is now actually under camera surveillance, and police are there on Halloween.

There is a better (but longer) retelling of the story here (http://www.castleofspirits.com/clifton.html).

Norwich, Connecticut:

One story is that of an old mental asylum where a guy was killed inside a machine of sorts (it's never been cleared up as to what it was, as it is all Taboo in the area). As the story goes, the guy haunted the machine and the building for many years to come and the building ended up being condemned for safety reasons.

That's the scariest fucking place in the entire world. Or, so I've heard. It's like a rite of passage to visit that place in my area. I'm going to go sometime soon in the middle of the night. Theres only like one security guard there, and it's a huge facility.

I've heard a couple of ghost stories from work, but I'm fairly sure (well...hoping at least) that they've been made up to scare new staff. I'll share anyway:

Theres a lady who sits in one of the boxes staring into the orchestra pit. She got run over outside by a horse and cart when she ran out to greet her husband, who was in the orchestra. Sometimes a performer or the producer will come up to a member of staff and ask "who was the lady watching us rehearse?", and none of us have seen anyone go in/come out of the auditorium.

And apparently theres a kid who sits in the aisle/runs across the front of the circle depending who you ask.

You might want to google for haunted theatres or something, there must be loads of stories.


Also, my friend works in a pub thats supposed to be haunted. Theres a man who died in one of the function rooms - the landladys son sits and talks to him in the morning (it's reeally creepy to walk in on a kid having a conversation with thin air)

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Very spooky... Wonder how many bridges are haunted in the US alone?


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Ja. I'd like to take a trip in there with my friends to see if there's anything really freaky in there.


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Haunted theaters eh?

Hmm... Wonder if I can change it around to haunted Film Studios. Either one would work. My campus has a fairly big theater.

Stab the administration then ;)

Hired hand ... i *might* be able to hook you up. So far, the ad reads:

OT/dental. Must be familiar with MS programs, type 60+ wpm, able to use melee weapons, Segways, pretzels, bramble, and correctly utilize grenades. Flexible hours/morality. Zealotry a +.

Haunted theaters eh?

Hmm... Wonder if I can change it around to haunted Film Studios. Either one would work. My campus has a fairly big theater.

Supposedly, the Film Studio where Lon Chaney Sr. filmed "Phantom of the Opera" is haunted by the film star, who disrupts the set with his terrorizing of the stagehands. Tons of haunted theaters exist, though-my personal favorite is in Charleston, SC. The ghost is that of a prostitute who always tried to buy her way into Charleston high society. Ironically, she's now one of the city's most beloved inhabitants.