“Okay guys, that was great. Let’s take a fifteen, and then we’ll hit the second act.”
There was a chorus of “thank you fifteen” as the stage manager turned off the house microphone. From up in the light booth, she watched them all scatter away. With a soft sigh she stood, turning to exit the house left doors. She didn’t bother to flip on one of the switches on the way out. It was a small room, so it wasn’t as if she’d get lost on her way out anyway. The light from the lamp over her script was enough for her to get to the door.
“Cold up here tonight.” she muttered, rubbing her arms absently. “Gotta grab my coat.” Se left the booth, making her way down to the house of the theater.
“Hey, you left a light on up there.” the director pointed up at it when she retrieved the coat she’d left on the chair beside him.
“Yeah, it’s my stand light. I didn’t have time to put the blue over it tonight. It’ll be in for the top of the act.” she zipped up her puffy coat. “It’s that noticeable?”
“No, it’s something red. Two of them. Look.”
“Oh no, not you too. The actors have been trying to get me to believe this place is haunted all week.” she rolled her eyes, but looked up to the windows of the booth.
Near the corner, by the house right door, there they were. two bright, unblinking lights that burned red. They were rounded and oblong, looking almost like a set of-
“Oh that’s just the exit light. You know, the ones by all the doors. I’ll turn it off when I go back up. You’re a great big bunch od superstitious babies.”
“Hey, you know the stories.”
“Yeah yeah, take it up with the producer. He’s the one that booked us here.” she laughed. “They’re just stories, Will. Call places once you see your little spook go out.”
She walked back up the stairs, humming to herself as she went. It was still far too cold as she walked up, so she dug her gloves out as well.
“Heat must be busted.” She pulled them on “I’ll have to leave a note for the house manager. This place is as old as sin anyway. They should just tear it down to the ground and build a new one.”
When she re-entered the booth, she crossed to the exit sign and flipped off the little light that kept it on. Sure, the fire department would be pissy. But they weren’t there tonight, just a silly director afraid of a few old stories. She sat in her seat, frowning when she didn’t’ see anyone taking the stage yet.
“Call places!” she shouted down through the sliding window.”
“It’s still on.”
“What do you mean-”
She looked over to the door when she heard a noise that might have been a laugh.
“Very funny, Garret. You got me. Now turn it off and go to your place.” she turned back to the windows.
When the noise happened again, she turned to fully face the direction it came from. Now, level with her own wide ones, were a pair of burning red eyes.
“No. You aren’t real.” she moved a little closer to the table that had her script. “You’re…Just the product of stress, and not eating pr-ahh!”
The scream echoed through the theater and sent the director up to the booth two stairs at a time. He turned the lights on quickly, finding it empty.
“Jenna?” he walked into it, brandishing the rolled up music score he’d grabbed. “Where are you?” he looked to the tipped over chair, and then under the table, where his stage manager was curled in to a ball.
“Will, turn on a light. I can’t see anything.”
“Jenna, I did.”
“Stop messing around! Turn on a light so I can see….Will where are you…Will?”