My heart was pounding, I was so nervous, the lines ran through my head, it was like living a nighhtmare. And no I am not talking about being on stage in my underwear.
I was just finishing my last rehearsal for a show I was in when I saw my first ghost. I loved the thought of paranoral studies. Even though this is one of my only experiences, I am still loving ghosts.
I never came to terms on if this story was true or not until today, when I finally admitted "I believe in ghosts."
I was sitting in the lobby when I hear a loud crash, it seem not important. But, then I felt something tell me "Go check it out." Not like a real voice but a feeling. I ignored it, then I realized I was the only person in the lobby, I said to myself "time flys by." I heard the noise again. Something inside me pulled me up and next thing I knew I was walking on the dark hard wood. I was backstage. I saw my director and her mom, but a third woman was there. I asked who she was. No answer. My director just looked and asked, "what?" I answered "not you." She just laughed. The woman had old clothes on, 1980's style. Wakey hair, and TWO DIFFERENT COLOR EYES. A beautiful blue, and a rotten brown. Like they were looking in my soul. The lady was bumping my director, she had no reaction. I looked back to see if anyone was there. No. I looked back and she was gone. Gone.
That word ran through my head over and over, gone, gone, gone. I still think about that night. I hate that theater.