"Back in the early 1970s, a group of us went to a concert at the Auditorium Theatre in Chicago, Illinois," reports Carl. "Between sets we looked for a place to have a smoke. We ended up going through a set of doors off of the balcony area that led down to another level. The only light there was from a bulb hanging from the ceiling.
"We had just lit up when a voice behind me said, 'You shouldn't be here.' I turned around and saw a short man standing there wearing an old-fashioned brown double-breasted suit. We didn't say anything, but put out our smoke, turned, and walked back up the stairs. The funny thing was that when I turned around to see if he was still there... he was gone. And in the dust down there we could see where we were standing, but couldn't see his or where his foot prints came from. It still makes me scratch my head."
Were Carl and his friends admonished by a ghost? For some reason, many theaters seem to hold on to spirit energy. Does it have something to do with the history of drama expressed there? The construction of the buildings? Or do they just excite the imagination? Here are more stories of theater ghosts:
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