The Atlas Theatre, Part II

EMM

August 4th

with Special Guests

Katie and Kaitlin

Cheyenne, WY

There are several sets of stairs in the Atlas Theatre, some barely used, others on daily basis. Two sets in particular lay on either side of the balcony, leading down to backstage. These staircases are the only way to access the theatre's box seats, booths facing opposite each other over the theatre's main floor. The booths are small, allowing for only two guests each and draped with heavy velvet curtains.

Aside from serving as entrance to the box seats, these staircases also serve as passageway for actors, actresses and other cast members, allowing ease of access from the seats to the stage.

To my knowledge, no paranormal activity has been reported in either of these particular spots. That is, until one night, when an unfortunate young lady found herself being propelled down them. An incident that she claims, is not of the natural world.

It was one of our guests that evening, Katie, a known actress of the theatre, who told of the night she and a cast mate used the stairs to get from the balcony to backstage. Again, this very passage is utilized almost on a daily basis by various volunteers, actors and other crew without issue or injury. However that night, with Kaitlin several steps behind her, the cast mate fell down the entire flight, landing in a heap to the side of the stage.

Having witnessed the fall, Katie ran to her aid. When asked if she had somehow tripped or missed a step, she whispered, "I was pushed."

After having just done the energy reading in the uppermost part of the balcony, the three of us decided to take our investigation to the box seats, next to the same stairs that Katie's friend had taken her spill.

As we settled ourselves onto the steps, we were in agreement that the atmosphere was not heavy or daunting. None of us felt any immediately powerful energies of any sort. In fact, when we attempted to attune the pendulum to the area, we had barely any movement. Perhaps talking would coax them out?

"Is there anyone here with us?", I spoke out softly.

The pendulum began swinging.

"Can you show us a 'yes'?"

The pendulum swaying...

"Can you show us a 'no'?"

The pendulum circled around a few times and then picked up a steady swinging in the opposite direction. These movements were quite different from the ones we'd just had up in balcony. Here, the pendulum moved deliberately and with pronounced movement. We decided to take turns asking questions.

"We would like to talk to you, is that ok?"

Yes.

"Thank you. Are a male?"

Yes.

"Did you used to work here?"

Yes.

"Were you part of the crew?"

No.

"Were you an actor?"

Yes.

A sudden flush of energy came over me and suddenly it was if I was being told what this energy used to look like, as it were coming from his own thoughts. It was like I was being used as a translator. I told the girls what was being conveyed to me...

"He has dirty blond hair. It's longer but not like, hippie long..."

At this, we three began laughing and the pendulum swung wildly in the yes direction.

"You say that because you don't like hippies, do you? You don't like that style..."

The pendulum kept on swinging and we kept laughing.

"He wears glasses, well...he's supposed to wear glasses. You don't wear them though, do you? You don't wear them because you don't like the way they look..."

Yes.

"He also kind of likes that the audience is really blurry without them. He likes that he can't see their faces. It calms him, like he's not as nervous because he can't see them watching him."

The three of us continued to giggle. This energy was fun and lighthearted. He was warm and friendly and if you asked me to describe him in one word, I would use the word "shiny". The girls and I decided that we wanted to find out some numbers, his age and the time frame in which he worked at the theatre.

"I'm going to run through a series of numbers, will you tell us when you worked here? Starting with the first number of the year...1,"

Yes.

"Thank you. Okay, now the second number of the year...1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9-"

Yes.

"19. Okay, thank you. Can you show us the third number? 1,2,3,4,5,6,7-"

Yes.

"And the last number...1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8-"

Yes.

"1978?"

Yes.

Another feeling washed over me, I told the girls that he was in his late thirties to early forties. I'm not sure how I knew this or why I wasn't given an exact number. It was almost as if he playfully didn't want to admit his age...I felt that he felt a lot younger than his actual age.

"Do you know any of the others here? The other energies?"

The pendulum circled before giving a yes.

"Do you know the two theatre members that passed away last year?" (The two box seats we were next two had been reserved in their memory this summer).

No.

"Do you know the girl we just spoke to?"

Circled around again, then yes.

"You know her? Do you, like, talk to her?"

Circled around.

"But you know her?"

Yes.

"She seems confused."

Yes.

Another rush of thoughts over me and I began to laugh. I translated for the girls...

"He thinks she's dumb..like a dumb teenager. Not that she's spoiled or bratty but just kind of stupid. He thinks she's an airhead, that's why she can't figure why she's here or what happened to her.."

We all started laughing heartily. This energy was the happiest I had ever encountered in my investigations. We all agreed that we didn't want to leave that spot and that we wanted to keep on talking with him. He was so fun and friendly. Each of us, unknowingly, had been wanting to call him Bill. We decided we would call him that, as we had not bothered to even ask him his name. We thanked from the bottom of our hearts for his time, said our farewells and walked away.