Dennis sighed in annoyance. "I swear, if these are just people in sheets and this ends up being a bad episode of Scooby Doo, I'm calling an early vacation. You hear that Roseia?" Leaving the two women alone to discuss more matters on the Hamlet disappearances, Dennis decided to scope out the place. He had to admit, this theater was deep enough to probably house a few tortured souls or two. It was certainly creepy enough. Dennis suspected that some of these rooms and props hadn't been used in forever.

Noticing a pile of more flour, the assistant bent down to take a small handful. "More flower. What, are we dealing with bread ghosts?" A low moaning sound made him stand up immediately, gun trained on what was before him. His eyes widened at the sight taking place right in front of his eyes.

Not one, or two, but a lot of those pale figures appeared now. Their sightless eyes were all trained on him and they slowly shuffled forward towards his position. Backing away carefully, Dennis made sure to keep his sight on them at all times.

"Roseia? You're not gonna believe this..."