April Slaughter by Ghosthunting Texas Page B

be made, and it seemed that I might never have the chance to walk inside.
    Then I received an e-mail one afternoon announcing that my favorite comedian, Eddie Izzard, would be performing at The Majestic as part of his comedy tour. I immediately purchased two tickets to the show. Normally, I would have consulted with my husband to see if we could afford the cost or make the proper
arrangements, but this time I figured it would be better for me to ask forgiveness than ask permission. I wanted into The Majestic Theatre—how would I have known that Eddie Izzard would be the one to get me in?
    I knew that I would not be able to actually investigate the location, and that hundreds of people would be attending the event, but nothing was going to keep me from asking staff members about the resident ghosts of the theatre while I was there.
    Make fun of me if you wish (my husband did), but I was the first person standing at the door, tickets firmly in hand and about a hundred questions in my mind. The large crowd that had accumulated outside the main entrance flooded into the lobby when the doors were finally opened.
    The interior of the theatre was truly breathtaking. The elegant staircases and beautiful carved woodwork inside fascinated me. We had to wait for a small time before the doors opened into the main seating area, so I asked Allen to hold our place as I went looking for a staff member to talk to. Every employee I approached was unwilling to discuss paranormal activity with me. I almost gave up on getting any interesting stories until I posed a question to the usher who escorted us to our seats.
    “You wouldn’t happen to know of any ghost stories related to this place, would you?”
    He looked at me a little puzzled. I suppose the question caught him off guard. I was there for a comedy show; why was I asking questions about ghosts?
    “Yeah, but I don’t think I am supposed to talk about it here,” he said.
    “That’s okay. Here’s my card. Call or e-mail me if you’d like sometime later on,” I said.
    We settled in to watch the show, and laughed when Eddie began to joke about the existence of ghosts.
    “If ghosts exist, why are there no goat ghosts?” he asked. He
went on to point out that of all the goats that must have been sacrificed in various rituals throughout history, surely some of them would still be around, making ghostly goat sounds.
    After the show, I had the chance to ask Eddie whether or not he really believed in ghosts.
    “No, I don’t,” he said. “My mother died when I was six years old and if she were still around, I am sure I would have heard from her by now.”
    I went home glad to have seen Eddie’s show, and also having had the opportunity to see The Majestic for myself, but I was a bit disappointed that I didn’t leave with any ghost stories for my notes.
    A little over a week passed, and my cell phone rang. I did not recognize the number and almost let the call go to voicemail before I finally decided to answer the call.
    “Hello, this is April,” I said.
    “Hi. I’m calling about The Majestic Theatre in Dallas,” said the young man on the line. “A friend of mine gave me your card and said you were interested in hearing about paranormal experiences people have had there.”
    “Yes! Thank you so much for calling,” I exclaimed. “May I ask what your name is?”
    “I’d rather not say. I don’t want to make anyone upset with me over this.”
    I agreed to keep his identity anonymous, and then asked him to tell me whatever he could about the haunting of The Majestic.
    “I used to work there,” he began. “I helped out a lot backstage, and basically did whatever needed to be done. Some of the other employees would say they saw or heard something strange every now and again, but I never really bought into it.
    “I remember one evening, after everyone had left following a performance, I was walking down near the orchestra pit and noticed a man still sitting in one of the