Broadway Ghosts

Brrrrrrrr! I got the woolies reading that article.

---

She ain't dead!

---

Boo!

Hee hee. Oliver "hanuts" the theatre.

Hanoots. Tee hee.

---

the opera house closes down. the pipe organ blares.. dun dun dun dun dun duuuuuuuuun and bam! the phantom of the opera is there! sorry, just the opening paragraph of the article reminded me of the opening scene in POTO.

Whoa, a pit ghost. Cool...I guess...

---

that is really interesting....and the ghost lights that theatres leave on all the time....we have one at my old school.

Cool article some of them are pretty scary. Are there any other ghosts on Broadway?

My music teacher for one summer worked at this theater that used to be a barn. Anyway one afternoon she and some people she were working downstairs where the props were. They heard footsteps coming from the upstairs. No one was there except for them, so one of them went up to see what it was and a few moments later they came downstairs and said nothing was there.

That isn't the scary part, another time some people she knew had to get some costumes, which were in the loft of the barn. While they were there a man in cloths from the Revolutionary War walked straight through the costumes further down from them. He walked down the stairs and went through the wall on the other side.

I may sound dumb saying this but what is a ghost light?

---

I used to work at the New Am, and while I never saw Olive myself, I do remember Dana telling me about her, and I have a pretty good idea of the identity of the watchman who spotted her! The story of his sighting spread through the theater like wildfire. :)

I believe it was the same watchman who once took a co-worker and me on a little excursion up to the abandoned roof area. It was dark, quiet, cobwebby, dusty, scary, and dangerous...all three of us got the willies just being up there!

I also remember Olive messing with our computers. She scared the crap out of my boss one night by knocking on his office door. He'd open the door and no one would be there! After it happened a few times, he went to the security booth and found out that the security guard was the only other person in the building and had been at his post the whole time...

BOO!

I've always been convinced the Lyceum is haunted by all those fine folks whose portraits you see hanging along the stairways. They probably get down out of those frames at night, open the bar, and have a party and put on their own show. It's the only time they don't have to worry about people opening candy boxes, eating chicken, and cell phones going off...

---

Amneris, any chance of you posting that picture in this thread or possibly sending it to me?

---

I'd like to see it too, Amneris.