I suppose we have all heard ghost stories in dozens of theatres we have worked at. But, there was one that stood out for me. Not because it was scary, but because I felt it. Literally. I was at the Huntington Theatre in Boston doing a play called “Undiscovered Country”  by Arthur Schnitzler. Two times while on stage, in the middle of the play, I felt someone tap me on the head. I would turn around and no one would be near me. I thought, maybe something was falling on me from the rafters above. But, it felt like a flick from a finger tapping you once, hard, on the back of the head. I mentioned it one night in the green room, and the actress playing the ingénue in the play said it was happening to her as well. My dresser at the time, said that her mother was a psychic up in Salem, Massachusetts (of course). She asked If I wanted to go up and meet her for a session. So, of course, we all went. Her mother told me that the taps were just some of the old actors from the theatre. She also told us about a man who had hung himself at the theatre. She said, they just wanted to say hello and be a part of the show. Well, I’ve got to say…. I didn’t believe what she told us. It just seemed too easy.  I believe our energy goes somewhere after we pass on, but as to its holding together as a soul… well, I have my doubts.  Later that night, I was making a quick cross under the stage to get to my entrance on the other side…… and something stepped on the train of my dress. I was pulled backward a bit, and I came to a full stop. I turned. No one was there. An empty room. I got on my hands and knees and felt all over that smooth concrete floor for anything that might have grabbed me, and caught the fabric of my train. Nothing, just the smooth concrete. I looked all over, even at the risk of being late for my cue. I went back later and looked again. Nothing. Someone, something had stepped on the train of my dress. I know I was jerked backward. Something had happened to me. If it was a ghost, it wasn’t just saying hello anymore.