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 Hello again.
My
name is Liam. I've been ushering
at this theatre for such a long time now. It seems like forever. They just can't seem to get
rid of me. No matter how hard
they try.
And
believe me, they have tried.
And
tried. And tried. And tried.
But
still here I am.
I've seen so many people come and go from this place.
Who could forgot Mr. Cain and his
fabulous theatre of the macabre? Or Ole Doc Cutter and his facinating experiments that
climbed out of the tunnels underneath the town? Or the night little Miss Annabelle Cotton brought all
her delightful friends for a visit.
But
those are stories for another time. And trust me there will be other times.
But
all this nostalgia reminds me of the time the theatre was owned by Abraham
and Clarice Culpepper. You don't
recognize his name, do you? You
may remember him better as the Amazing Mordecai.
They had a storybook
romance. He, the Amazing Mordecai. Her, the magician's assistant.
They travelled all over the world with his grand
illusions. And when he retired, they turned the theatre into a
little toy store of their own. Every Friday and Saturday night he
performed magic for the kiddies and their families in the back. They were
happy.
And then she died. It
wasn't his fault, exactly. Accidents happen. They had done the trick a
hundred times, but this time, something went wrong, and she died. It was a
very sad day. He closed the toy shop, stopped doing magic on the stage,
and swore he'd find a way to bring her back.
The theatre sat empty
for such a long time. People had thought they had seen the last of the
poor Amazing Mordecai, but they were wrong, because he came back. Opening
up the theatre once again, offering a once in a life time opportunity. For
you see, on the anniversary of his wife's death, he plans to honor her
with a special show.
A magic
show.
Who could ever resist
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