There is a bad echo in the old theater on Peachhip street. It is said to be the echo of a scream as a worker feel from the rafters. Others say it is the dying gasp of old Jacob Janson as he died of a heart attack on stage. Whatever the source the echo still rebounds in the theater. Sometimes almost too soft to hear, sometimes too loud to ignore. It comes when you least expect it and will at the very least give you a scare.
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STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
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