Ghostlight

The ghostlight flickered with each pass on the catwalk above. Theatre workers swore they felt an entity at the precise spot where Fritz Kreider plunged to his death inspecting construction in 1895. Impresarios don’t fall — and no one lands with a slit throat without additional cause. A jealous lover, convincing her beau to finish off Kreider had made for great theatre over the years. It made for great cover now, as Reilly climbed the ladder, crossed the catwalk, thus extending the legend. The ghostlight dims… the house fades to black… the grand old edifice, now tainted with new blood.