Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28466248-20160720234744

The theater sat dormant for years after being left by the owners. Many of us don't know why they left the theater to rot or why they even thought of it. Me and some friends decided to go investigate the place in hopes of finding answers.

So we met at the theater around midnight with some crowbars and began to force the old wooden door open. The door gave us a bit of a struggle but we were able to pop the door open. The smell of mold and mildew hit us in an instant and we backed up and coughed our lungs out. After what seemed to be a curtain of death soon became nothing but air. We finally got our wits and went inside the relic of a building, still seemingly untouched by life. The lobby had posters of old, pasted on the walls featuring cliche ascts such as "Macbeth" and other plays that follow. But what caught most of our eyes was the fact that even though most of the posters were fated and torn one stood out.

It was a poster for a ventriliquist act and the condition was seemingly new compared to the others. We thought it was strange but carried on as one of the guys wrote something down in a notebook. We entered a big hall with two sets of double doors and we decided that 2 people will look for the office and the other 2 will go through the theater itself. We all agreed and I stepped into the double doors awaiting the stech to wail on me. But what surprised me was the fact it seemed new and for a theater around 20 or so years old it was touched by animals, such as all the seats being perfect but dusty to the touch. We continued to the stage and made it to the back. This is where we found the hall of dressing rooms sitting. What was odd was the fact that the place had dust kicked up and upon closer examination it seemed that there were tiny footprints on the ground.

We shook the fact off and pushed on, trying each door before we bust in with crowbars. All but one door opened for us and it was for the "Guest Of The Night" which seemed to be full of the last performers stuff. A case sat against a wall, seemingly out of place, I went over and brushed off the dust to find a name labeled on the box "Charlie".

I soon began to put two and two together relizing that the last performance was of that ventriliquist and his dummy. But another thought hit me, is charlie still there? I leaned in and slowly reached my hand out until it touched the box, by then I was shaking in fear. I could not tell why but I continued and the first latched clicked open and the second in the same manner. I lifted the lid to find a mangled face peering out at me and I sighed to find the dummy still sat in his case, untouched, yet part of his face shattered. I closed the case and we went on our merry way to see if the others found the office yet. We walked and walked until the door finally read "Management". We entered and found noone in there and the room seemed to be missheveled recently but papers seemed thrown instead of checked. So we went back to the lobby and waited to see if the other 2 would arrive back. We waited and waited but not even a footstep was made.

We sat and began to worry and fear began to become greater as a sound was played in the theater, the sound of an old record, playing a circus type song. We ran in to find that the 2 were on stage and in middle of them, the dummy. We sighed, laughed and told them to quit screwing around but we got no answer back. But soon we heard a voice call to us "Come up boys, we are about to begin, you don't want to let the crowd down do ya?" The voice echoed from the wooden doll, we saw lights flicking on, one after the other and they revealed a gruesome scene. CErtain seats and rows were filled with rotten bodies and skeletons of what we assume were former watchers. The doors slammed shut and we were trapped in the room and the light shown on the two other guys and we froze aqnd gasped in horror. They were strung up by rope and they hgad their jaws busted and hanging from their head. We hit the door and it didn't budge and we decided to run back stage

past the dummy. We ran and to our surprise made it to the hall and our breath was heavy and soon I heard laughter trailing after us. We ran but the doors seemed to creak and bend out towards us. Soon the gave and each former star fell out of their room in a heap. The smell was awful but we kept going and found an exit. I bashed on the door until it gave and we ran. Soon after we called the cops and they found the bodies of the other 2 guys but they found no trace of the other dozen of corpses. They also found a doll at the end of the hall and they packed it up as evidence and we were arrested for breaking and entering for a a week or so. But we sat in that cell in complete dazed minds. But finally we were out and the other guy who spoke little of what happened handed me the notebook he wrote in and he walked off. I searched the notes and found that the thater has had bad luck but they shut down a while back after a ventriliquist entered and took stage.

He noted the poster, mentioning the condition and the name of the dummy."Charlie" I frozse at the name and just left and tried to forget, but its hard to and besides I have no clue what happened to the other guy. He seemingly dissappeared but one day the police found him, jaw broken. The arrested me, thinking that I killed him, but my alibi was sound and I knew what was going to happen. I packed this morning and I'm heading out tonight, what ever that thing was it was no dummy and it's after me now. 