Virginia City, Montana is known by many as the most haunted city in America.
Karen -- the wonderful mama of the Players who supplies us with everything from stage makeup and sheet music to character shoes and baklava -- has the most stories to tell. She never believed in ghosts at all until coming to Virginia City, where on her first night, she was offered the Players' guest room because her cabin was not ready yet. In the middle of the night as she lay in bed, the bedroom door swung open suddenly, tearing her from her sleep. As she tried to find her bearings and process what had happened, she felt something sit on her chest and pin her down. Hyperventilating and terrified, she started praying, pleading, saying Hail Marys and Our Fathers to no avail. Finally, she took a deep breath and whispered, "Please, I don't want to hurt you. I'm just trying to sleep here tonight." She felt the being stand up off her chest. The door closed. And it was silent again.
That room isn't used as a guest room anymore, but there are many other tales circulating about the hauntings of Virginia City. The little girl in the costume shop loves to mess with Karen. When Karen helps sew costumes, the little girl holds down the pedal of the sewing machine after Karen has lifted her foot from it. Even when Karen once tried switching machines with Laura, who does all the costumes, company dinners, and other mama-ing, the machine still kept going once she'd taken her foot off the pedal. Karen has seen the little girl several times. Apparently she likes to visit her from time to time. She stands about as tall as Bill's stomach. Bill has only seen the girl once, staring at him from behind a tree (on the far left) next to the shop. But he's heard her laugh 3 times. With a tone of reluctant respect in his voice as he tells me this, he endearingly calls her "a precocious little shit."
Personally, I have always wanted to see a ghost too much for it to happen, but while Karen, Jillian, Dani, and I (all the lady Players) were learning a song in the Rehearsal Hall, the door to the Hall swung open suddenly. Karen casually rolled her eyes with a knowing smile. "She wants to be with us." Then she called, "Please close the door, little girl. We're trying to rehearse." And the door closed.
About this blog...
19th century melodrama,
haunted costume shops,
my discovery that "sump" is a word...
Box and Cox, a satire about two English gents unwittingly renting the same flat.
Season complete. Bags packed.