I recently was employed by a local theater, The Players. I was the costume manager and worked there for three years. The theater is said to be haunted by the ghost of a forlorn actress who lost her life on the way to her show. There is also said to be the ghost of a man, who depressed took his life by hanging himself in the tree just outside the backstage entrance.
I worked all hours of the night many times finding myself alone in the darkened theater. The costume loft was on the second floor accessed by a staircase. I would often hear the sound of footfalls as I sat at my sewing machine, I would get up to make certain that no one had entered. I would always find not a living soul, and came to the understanding that there was something more of the supernatural going on. It did not seem as if it meant any harm and I kind of liked the feeling of someone looking over me as I worked. Most of the stitchers refused to work at night as they said that the place just gave them the creeps.
It was not until the third year, that I would meet our ghost. I had a new stitcher in the shop and it was near Halloween, the other girls were giving her a bit of a scare telling of the haunted theater. The lady ask me if I had ever seen the ghost, I told her that I had been there for three years and never had the pleasure of the ghost's acquaintance. We all had a laugh and resumed our work. My office was situated directly across from the costume shop so that we could keep an eye to anyone that might need us. I told the girls that I was going outside the backstage entrance to have a smoke if they needed me. As I left I turned right out of the shop and out of the corner of my eye noticed that a man was standing in my office, I had taken about three steps, then turned to go back to the office. No one was there! I had seen him clearly, he was looking out my window and he was wearing a colored shirt and a cap. Only when I stopped to think did I realize that I had only seen his image from about the waist up though he was standing to the nearside of my desk. I went back into my shop and told the girls what had happened.
Regrettably I lost a stitcher that day, but I had finally made the acquaintance of the theater ghost