ROSE THEATRE STORIES
I went to school at SEMO for a year. During that time, I was friends with a lot of the kids in the theater department, and would often stay after shows to help clean or go before to help set up. I ended up dating one of the guys that was in one of the plays
that year, and one night we got in a fight after his rehearsal. We were having a very heated discussion when all of a sudden the guy's face went white and he stopped in the middle of a sentence. At first, I thought he was just being stupid, but when I asked him what was wrong and he couldn't talk, I followed his gaze to where he was staring.
About four rows up from us, there was a ghostly man sitting alone in a seat at the end
of the aisle. He was staring at the stage as if there was a show going on, but we were supposedly the last ones left in the actual theater. After a minute or so, he turned and stared at us, as if we were being rude by looking at him, and then he faded away. I never went back in Rose Theater after that!
MF
I am a theatre major over at Southeast Missouri State university and I have 3 stories to tell about the "old man" and "Mary". Well I have to first start with the fact that my whole life anytime I have entered a haunted place the ghosts have automatically been attracted to me and have some how or another tried to get in contact with me. Well anyways it will start way back in the day before I was a theatre kid at SEMO and just a regular high school theatre kid. I was at an acting workshop and finishing up the
publicity for it when my friends came in to tell me we were taking a break. I told them that I was going to finish the publicity and then meet up with them in the theatre. As I walked in there I looked around and found no one. Well I thought they were back stage so naturally I went back there to look as I turned around I saw a man sitting the audience thinking it was one of my friends I told him to wait up and in the blink of an eye the man was gone. The next story would be as I started here as a student. We were
rehearsing for a show when my friend said it was cold, joking around I said well you know what that is and she looked at me before realizing what I was trying to say (you're not suppose to talk about them in the theatre it invokes them and makes them appear out of no where). Well as we were taking notes later that night I looked at the top of the stage and there standing was a young woman in an old fashion pink dress (she was standing right by the infamous blood spot which grows a little each year and is
un-removable). The last story happened just recently, one of my other friends and I were signing in and heard like something fall like a bucket. I thought it was someone trying to freak us out because it sounded like someone was walking around, well I checked everywhere on stage and didn't find anything. I walked up the stairs to make sure no one up there was trying to scare us. Well thinking it was my imagination I let it go and so did my friend until that is things began to mess up lights flickered on and off and the monitors blew that's is definitely when I knew that "Mary" was playing jokes on all of us. Those are my 3 stories I have to tell about The Rose Theatre I believe through and through that it is haunted and I know I have seen both ghosts and constantly feel them around me.
LD
My father attended SEMO for a couple years on a theatre scholarship, and he used to tell me and my brothers about things that happened to him while he was there. He talked about the old man that sat four rows back, and then disappeared. He also talked of a red splotch that the science department examined and decided was human blood about 50-100 years old, maybe even more. The splotch always seemed to reappear, no matter what was done about it. The memory that Dad liked to tell took place after a show he'd been in. He was changing when all of a sudden the lights started blinking on and off, and they started hearing something that sounding like banging on the water pipes. The banging kept getting louder and louder, and the lights kept flashing on and off. Dad's buddy looked at him and said "So, how fast do you think we can get out of here?" Dad said "Pretty fast!" and they ran for it.
Dad attended SEMO in 1984.
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