The ghost of the Dunedin Mayfair Theatre.

By Anna Garthwaite | Posted: Thursday November 10, 2016

By Michael Rietveld

The ghost of the Dunedin Mayfair Theatre:

“That building is haunted!” a old man shouted. The old man was leaning on a walking cane. It looked as though a gust of wind could blow him down. His wrinkles seemed to carve a map of his life on his soft looking facial hair. His twinkling eyes were framed by thick ,white eyebrows and his chin was covered in chin hair. Ignoring the man I walked up the wet marble tiled stairs into the cold, empty lifeless theatre.

I had heard stories about this place, some of the cool kids at school would try to scare us and tell us stories about the ghost. I never really believed them after all they are only stories. As I made my way up the stairs into the auditorium I could hear a noise it was almost a high pitched squeal but it echoed and wasn't very loud. I stopped in mid step, frozen stiff with fear. Was it true, could the ghost really exist? Once I reached the auditorium it was black as if I had closed my eyes and opened them but nothing happened. I walked in slowly remembering the squeal, I heard a rustling of clothing, then a scream, this time it was close, it sounded about four rows away. I ran to try and find a light switch only I tripped over something, something hard.Then I remembered “SAAAAAMMMMMM!” I yelled. There was no reply. Sam was meant to be here. He was meant to meet me so we could go over our song and dance. How could I have forgotten. Then I heard a noise. It sounded like a shadow or a gust of wind coming up behind me. Then the white figure appeared. My stomach tightened up in knots. I could feel my face break out in sweat as my heart tried to jump out of my chest. It's white eyes where blinding and its face was like a clown. The uniform he was wearing looked like it was my school uniform. Balmacewen intermediate. It was floating not walking almost like fog would.The lights flickered and came on and I saw Sam. His cold body was soaked in blood, his white shirt thilthy. He had two big dents in his head his eyes rolled back. I fell to the ground, then I realised the ghost was still behind me. I turned around and….