Riversmend Theatre

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Zak POV

   I met up with the guys downstairs as soon as I knew the coast was clear. When I walked down the grand staircase, they were all crowded in the lobby, all goofing off with eachother. Aaron was in the center of it all.

"What's going on guys?" I asked focusing myself on Aaron.

"Billy was just telling us about how the owner was hitting on him man. She's like, what, 80 years old?" He chuckled along with the rest of the crew.

"Billy's a handsome man, c'mon do you blame her?" I laughed loudly and continued,

"Alright guys so first things first, we need to grab our equipment and head over to our interviews at the theatre, and after that we will take a short break. We will then meet back at the theatre for our interview with the owner and set up for our lockdown tonight."

"Sounds good man, were on it." Jay said from next to me.

  The others nodded to eachother and we all quickly made our way outside to get ready. I felt a hard gush of wind as I made my way to the SUV. I immediately shivered and I noticed it hadn't phased the others as it did me. We all piled around the vehicle, the other members going to the vehicle behind us, and we looked over the equipment to make sure everything had fresh batteries and was turning on with no issues. Everything looked perfect.

   We made our way to the theatre where an older man stood, slowly picking at his nails. He looked up and greeted us kindly.

"Hello, I'm Tuck. Nice to meet you." He reached his hand out into mine.

"Tuck, nice to meet you too, I'm Zak and this is my crew." I motioned to the guys around me.

"So tell me Tuck, have you had anything strange happen to you inside the theatre or know of anything that's happened?" I made sure to keep eye contact. It was my way of telling if someone was being truthful.

"I'm 50 myself and in the time I've been in this town, there has always been an erie feeling to the place. When I was a kid we would come down here with our bikes and sneak inside - To steal the goodies behind the counter of course." I saw truth in his eyes and nodded for him to continue.

"One time when we had snuck in, it was me and another boy - George Wendt. We had made it to the counter, making sure the worker was out cleaning the floors during the film, and we took some candy, hid it in our coats and took off before anyone could notice. On our way to the back door, George ran off ahead and I couldn't spot him anymore. I was by the storage room when I suddenly started to feel cold. I looked around and tried calling out to George with no answer. I peeked my head into the storage room thinking he was going to jump out at me but instead I heard a woman's voice come from the dark. She told me to go. Shocked and not seeing any person in front of me, I stood there not being able to move. I then felt hands on my shoulders pushing me back and I fell right on my ass. The woman then said loudly, "Leave him alone!" And as I got to my feet I heard a low snarl and booked it out of there." I could tell the event still bothered him.

"That is intense. So you think this was a spirit? Wait, what happened with George?" I asked.

"That son of a bitch was hiding in the alley waiting to scare me. He did. He could tell I wasn't much for talking so we left. Well, we came back later as adults on a double date to see a film, no sneaking in included. After the film I dismissed myself to the men's room which is in the same hallway as the storage room, and again I heard a snarl down the hall. I stopped dead in my tracks and seen a young woman floating through the wall. FLOATING. I thought at this point I had lost my wits, so I bolted out of there. Well come acouple years ago, I started working at the local museum. I was going through boxes of old newspapers, photos, you name it. I picked up a newspaper from the summer of 1901, apparently another young woman went missing and her picture was in the paper. It was her. The woman I had seen. I looked through more and found a newspaper from the fall of 1902, listing the names of the women and children they had found dead that previously went missing."

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