This happened in the spring of 1998. I was working as a stagehand at the Apollo Theater in Patras, been doing theater work most of my life, you know what I mean? My shift that week was brutal, doubles almost every night because we had a production running. Anyway, this was a Tuesday, maybe Wednesday. Late. Everyone else had gone home hours before. I was up in the rigging loft, checking some of the pulleys for the next day's matinee. The work lights were on, but they're dim up there. Mostly shadows. The theater's old, built in the 1870s, so you get used to the sounds. Wood settling, that kind of thing. I knew every creak in that place. That's when I saw it. Down on the stage, standing in the center. A figure. Completely black, like it was made of shadow itself. But where its face should've been, and I'm not making this up, there were theater masks. Three of them. Just floating there. Comedy, tragedy, and one I couldn't quite make out. They were rotating slowly, drifting around where a head would be.
I froze up there in the rigging. Couldn't move, couldn't call out. The thing just stood there, and those masks kept turning. Slowly, like they were on some invisible carousel. The comedy mask would face me, then drift away. Then tragedy. Then the third one. It had to be at least seven feet tall, maybe eight. The body was just this dark silhouette, I couldn't see any features, no clothing, nothing. Just blackness. But the masks, they were clear as day. White porcelain, like the old Greek theater masks. I could see every detail on them even from forty feet up. masks, kind of scary - Nathan' The expressions, the eye holes, everything. I finally managed to move. Grabbed my flashlight and shined it down at the stage. The beam hit where the figure was standing, and I'm telling you, the light passed right through it. Like it wasn't even there. But I could still see it, clear as anything. The masks kept rotating.
I don't know how long I stood there watching it. Could've been thirty seconds, could've been five minutes. Time felt strange. Then one of the masks, the tragedy mask, turned to face me directly. And it stopped rotating. Just locked onto me. I got out of there. Climbed down from the rigging faster than I ever have, didn't look back. When I hit the stage floor and turned around, it was gone. Just empty stage, same as always. But I could still feel it watching me, you know what I mean? I asked some of the older stagehands about it the next day, real casual-like. A couple of them got quiet. One guy told me people have seen something in that theater for years. Always the same, dark figure, floating masks. Always when you're alone. Always late at night. I finished out that production, but I requested day shifts only after that. Never worked alone in that theater again. And I'm telling you, whatever that thing was, it wasn't my imagination. Those masks were real. I saw them.
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