SHORT STORY
Rachael Part 5 of 5
At a private girls school, an English teacher fond of shoplifting and married men stages a cursed play linked to a centuries-old ghost story
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Part Five
I barely slept that night. The following day at school, I was constantly on edge, every nerve in my body alert to spectral activities designed to sabotage that night’s theatre performance. By the evening, I felt frazzled, but so far nothing had happened to throw a spanner in the works. The whole cast arrived and were in good spirits. As parents and other theatre customers arrived and began to fill up the theatre, a buzz of excitement filled the lobby and auditorium. I peered out at the crowd periodically from backstage, where I helped the cast and crew get ready, giving them a few words of last-minute advice and encouragement.
Getting away from all the hullabaloo for a moment, I stood outside near the stage entrance. The night air was bitterly cold, and the thick frost that had lingered all day still clung to the trees and grass on the distant playing fields. A curious mist…
