This occurred in July 2003, I was performing in a show at
the Hills Centre in Sydney.
I had been turning up there every Sunday prior to the
show for set building and this took place in the basement
of the theatre, and I had no idea about any haunts or
anything that went on there.
About a week or so before the show was due to open, we had
bump-in (moving the set onto the stage) and it was at this
time where I started to get strange feelings. The set was
transported from the basement by means of a storage lift. At night, I thought I could see someone standing in the lift when there was nothing in there, despite the fact that nobody was allowed to ride in it.
I also hated to use the stairs between the basement and backstage alone, I always had to go with a friend because every time I used them alone, I felt like someone was following me.
The auditorium itself has about 4 levels, and the cast were
not allowed to go above the 2nd level, and on one of the
evenings, after an all day rehearsal, and on several other
occasions, I saw a figure standing up on the 4th level. Of
course it could have been one of the lighting guys,
because they were the only people allowed to go up there.
I suppose I'd better get to the point, because you're
probably wondering why I titled this story "The Green Room"
when I have in fact not mentioned a green room.
The Green Room was a room beside the back stage area, where
the coffee machine was and such, it was an eerily quiet
place with a black curtain running halfway around the
walls, and it lead into another room which I'm not sure was
its use, it had a closed up canteen, and from that room it
leaded into the auditorium.
During rehearsals, if some of us were not involved in a
scene, we could sit out in the auditorium and watch it. Every time I walked back through the Green Room to get ready for the next scene, I swear that I would often see someone staring at me from the closed canteen, but I have been known to have a rather good imagination.
Back to the Green Room, several strange things had happened
over the course of rehearsals and performances.
During bump in, one of my friends and I had been fixing up a cabinet
for one of the scenes and we were working in the Green Room. Later on, I heard this huge crash coming from the Green Room and I went in there. The cabinet had crashed to
the floor not 10 seconds ago, and there was nobody in the room when I entered.
Then, a few days later, when pretty much everyone had gone
out to dinner before the show, apart from myself and a few
others who had stayed around. I had gone into the Green
Room to get a hot drink, and while doing this, my back was
to the curtain around the walls. Suddenly I was tapped
on the shoulder, I turned around. Nobody there. This
freaked me out a bit, but then I shrugged it off and went
back to making my drink. I then heard something breathing
in my ear, I turned around, and made to walk away, and
out of the corner of my eye I saw someone moving around
behind the curtain. I was freaked, because everyone who
had stayed back were all in the change rooms. I could hear
the distant sound of laughter to prove this. I was too
scared to look around behind the curtain, and all I could
do was just get out of there.
I ran back to the change rooms, to the safety of company, and I didn't mention my
experience to anyone. I made a point of avoiding the
Green Room for the remainder of my time performing at the
Hills Centre.
The change rooms were also quite an interesting place to be
alone in. The toilets seemed to flush regularly but nobody
would emerge from them. And at one point when I was sitting
in there listening to my discman and reading a book. I had
uncomfortable feelings, like I was being watched, and
sometimes I heard sounds which caused me to take of my
headphones and take a look around. Things like footsteps
when no one was there, etc.
So I started asking people if they had ever heard of any
ghosts haunting the auditorium or backstage. Most people
said they'd heard something, but not enough to know exactly
what it was. Then my friend Mark told me that about 8 years
ago, they used to have discos on the stage, I think, and on
one particular night one boy was confronted by some people
for his money, and he was stabbed in the prompt corner on
the side of the stage. As soon as I had been told this, I
wish I hadn't been, because at that time, we were standing
in the prompt corner.
Perhaps it was my imagination, but sometimes when I sat
alone in the promt corner during interval, I would see
someone standing there in the corner of my eye, but once,
again, it could have been my imagination.
Basically, I didn't like being alone in any part of the
building, not one bit, because all those dark rooms were
just too dark, and too quiet, but that wouldn't stop me from
performing there again.
I hope you have enjoyed reading my story.
Contact me here: nessa_the_mermaid@hotmail.com
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