October ghosts.

cicirossi has been posting some wonderful little ghost snippets [1], and tsuki_no_bara has also added to the store, and I thought I'd jump on their bandwagon, basically. Hope you don't mind.

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Everyone agreed that the theatre was haunted. No one admitted to believing it, and in some stories it was a stage tech who'd gotten crushed by sliding flats back in the 50's and in some stories it was one of the boxes that was haunted, not back stage at all. Mostly the box stories were variations on a theme of the young heiress her lover and her fiancé. Taki told Trent that the fiancé had stabbed the lover and then had to flee Eden, leaving the heiress broken and lonely. The way Vo told it, it was a story of unrequited love, the heiress leaping from her fiancé’s arms to worship her dancer-lover with her dying breaths. Cameron had laughed then and nudged Vo in the ribs, teasing her about waiting for a rich young man to launch himself at her and they'd all smiled and reached for another handful of plain popcorn and went back to watching the movie.

When the theatre was dark and the stage full of music and rehearsal then Trent was pretty sure they were just stupid stories. When the stage was tight with excitement, waiting for curtains up, and the theatre was full of that buzz of a few hundred hushed voices then he knew they were. But when he'd crept back in after hours, sliding across the courtyard between theatre and school buildings hugging the shadows like he was tailing a snitch, when he'd been sneaking around in the mostly dark looking for places for Ru to hide out and watch them practise, there had been something. Ropes caught swinging in his torch beam backstage, odd sounds like footsteps, and an inexplicable draft in the velvet-wrapped boxes. Not that he believed the stories, which were just stories and nothing to make his heart race and his skin tingle. But there was definitely something

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[1] For example : here, here, here and here

October ghosts.

cicirossi has been posting some wonderful little ghost snippets [1], and tsuki_no_bara has also added to the store, and I thought I'd jump on their bandwagon, basically. Hope you don't mind.

***** ***** *****

Everyone agreed that the theatre was haunted. No one admitted to believing it, and in some stories it was a stage tech who'd gotten crushed by sliding flats back in the 50's and in some stories it was one of the boxes that was haunted, not back stage at all. Mostly the box stories were variations on a theme of the young heiress her lover and her fiancé. Taki told Trent that the fiancé had stabbed the lover and then had to flee Eden, leaving the heiress broken and lonely. The way Vo told it, it was a story of unrequited love, the heiress leaping from her fiancé’s arms to worship her dancer-lover with her dying breaths. Cameron had laughed then and nudged Vo in the ribs, teasing her about waiting for a rich young man to launch himself at her and they'd all smiled and reached for another handful of plain popcorn and went back to watching the movie.

When the theatre was dark and the stage full of music and rehearsal then Trent was pretty sure they were just stupid stories. When the stage was tight with excitement, waiting for curtains up, and the theatre was full of that buzz of a few hundred hushed voices then he knew they were. But when he'd crept back in after hours, sliding across the courtyard between theatre and school buildings hugging the shadows like he was tailing a snitch, when he'd been sneaking around in the mostly dark looking for places for Ru to hide out and watch them practise, there had been something. Ropes caught swinging in his torch beam backstage, odd sounds like footsteps, and an inexplicable draft in the velvet-wrapped boxes. Not that he believed the stories, which were just stories and nothing to make his heart race and his skin tingle. But there was definitely something

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[1] For example : here, here, here and here