Real Life Spooky Story: "A Haunting at the Theatre"

Story #4 of my blog series of Real Life Spooky Stories, based on real events and sent in by fans and followers of

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Story told and written by Kimberly. H.

I'm a children's author and for a while was involved in a theatre group, as well. I performed at an old theatre, which in its previous life had been a Masonic Temple. My fellow cast mates had told me the theatre was said to be haunted. They regaled me with stories feeling cold air down their back or feeling a cold presence while sitting in the balcony. I had been in productions for a few years and had not experienced anything like this yet. Before one of the rehearsals, I went upstairs to don my costume. On my way back down, I choose to take a different staircase. There were two staircases coming down from the second floor, one was wide leading into the center of the lobby. The other hugged the outside wall and ended near the front door of the lobby. Both set of stairs were long, definitely over 20 steps.

This evening I choose the one that hugged the wall. As I started to take my first step, I felt someone push me from behind. I missed two or three steps, but was able to catch myself and avoid falling down the stairs. I turned, but no one was behind me. I walked down the rest of the stair, clutching the hand rail. When I arrived in the theatre, quite visibly shaken, I told one of my colleagues what happened. He related a similar story a few years earlier; only he was not as fortunate and was hurt quite badly.

The following year I decided this thing was not going to mess with me or anyone else in the theatre. This may sound a little out there, but I am a Christian and believe in the power of Holy Spirit. So as I walked through the building, I spoke into the air that whatever was there could not harm any of us; that we were all protected by the Holy Spirit. During the performance that year, I was dancing on stage and part of the dance was that I chased the children to the back of the stage. As I chased them, my feet caught in my costume and I knew I was going to take a hard fall, possibly crashing into a small metal stairway on the stage. All of a sudden, with no one touching me, I was back on my feet. I didn't have time to think about what had happened, but knew that I should have crashed. I related the story during the cast party to the director and she said that while she was doing some last minute adjustments to scenery before the performance, she had fallen from the ladder, but also landed on her feet.

Not sure if this spirit changed its tune after I spoke into the air or if there was an angel that picked us up (which is my theory), but that was definitely the coolest thing, especially after what had happened on the staircase. By the way, I never took that staircase again.

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