The theater was dark and cool, which pleased after a walk on a hot afternoon. Nothing disturbed the silence and gloom pierced rare sun rays that penetrate through the air vents on the roof. Casey was terrible: in this big deserted house may have lived the spirit of the late Cyril Lord mad. But she had barely thought it, the actress, the spirit is good, as the sound of footsteps on the stairs leading to the underground passage. Casey froze, terrified, she crawled back chill. It turns out, he was not ready to face the ghost.