"Hmpf, if I shot one of them and they ended up being real, we'd be screwed for sure." Even still, he wished they could at least know if they were real or not. If so, they should probably call the Ghosthunters or something. Someone professional perhaps? Dennis looked at the manager now, his gaze curious. "The man we met before wasn't the real owner of this place, right? Why is that? Is he some kind of theater apprentice or the next higher up?"

Sarah shook her head. "Yes, something like that. He's actually my late cousin and he's always been interested in the performing arts all his life. He's supposed to run the theater when I eventually retire." She then turned to Roseia now. "The original Hamlet? The ghost of Ophelia? That's supposed to be kept a secret by the theater! How do you know of those things?"

Dennis adjusted his glasses. "Well it wouldn't be that hard to deduct if it was ever in the paper or something. And are you telling me that what we're dealing with here is a potential and genuine ghost?