When I first started work two years ago, turning a 120 year old church into this theater, I quickly became aware of something. Even when there was no other person in here with me, other than cats...I was not alone. I'd felt that before, in a few other place: the house in my home town where my family lived, my college dormitory, certain friends' homes. The certainty that there was someone else in the room with me. 

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Being wiser than humans to "other things", my cats always spend quite a bit of time staring into the darkness at the top of the stairway, following unseen people around the old building, commenting in Cat to one another about these people and their activities.

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Then there's the matter of things not staying where they're supposed to stay: tools, books, dishes...things that I set down for a moment to deal with another thing, and are gone when I get back to them. Or the square-cut old fashioned iron nails, four inches long, that keep popping up here and there from nowhere that I have found.

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So...I have long-term, permanent residents here at the Green Man Theater. Want to meet them?

Very shortly, you'll have that chance. Sensitives, investigators, anyone intrigued by the sort of amiable entities that share my theater, I'll be opening my business for an hour or two or even overnight.

I'm setting up the fees and details at the moment.

Keep watching…

- Charles Prokopp, July 07, 2023
The Green Man Theater