Mortimer
Yes, Ladies en Gentlemen, everything you heard is true. There a genuine bonified one hundred percent authenterrific, hautin apparition here amongst us the good folk of Austin College. Thats right a ghost. His name is Mortimer and he lives in the basement of the Ida Green Theatre. Well, for all of ye I see that are clearly out of touch with your history, let me fill you in on this story.
About a thousand gorlocks ago, in the darker days of Austin College, when the university had just moved to the fine fields of Sherman, Texas, Theatrical works were performed at the local YMCA building. The bottom floor of this facility doubled as both a swimmin pool and a basketball court. Well, one fateful and frightnin night, a youngn decided to take for himself a stroll down to that place of performance. Now, we may never know what strange madness drove that boy. What we do know is that on that court he did play and suddenly without warnin there was a great rumblin and like the hellmouth of ould the grounds neath his feat opened up and swallowed the lad whole.
Well, maams en gents, I bet yall can gather that the boy never did walk out of that place of play and his spirit for many years remained attached to that informal stage. From here we gots to take a fast forward to a wild and wonderful era known as the seventies, where we meet a fantastic family who went by the name of Beardsly, who bought and paid for the building a theatre.
Now, the students were aware that dear Mortimer would be left all alone in his watery grave without his only love to entertain his eternity. So they built for him a coffin of ancient arcana and called to the spirit. In this casket cold and dry, these faithful disciples of Dionysus carried Mortimer both young and old to his new place of dwelling. In a secret sanction now known to only to the most dedicated of devotees he has ever since made his lair.
If you too should find yourself a workin in that place we call Ida Geen, keep you senses sensible and your wits so keen. Cause ladies en gents, this spectral specimen finds himself particularly fond of the jokin and jestin. Us theatre folk get no rest when he decides to make trickery with lightin lights, or jam up our clothes sewer. Though in general youll find him gentle ghost, fond of prankmakin and piss takin, but also capable of lending a hand of helpin with findin your keys, or putting at ease your mind when all alone you find yourself in his home.
So, this eve o hallows make sure to make a stop at the home of ACs one and only guenuine poltergeist and leave a drink for Mortimer.
Yes, Ladies en Gentlemen, everything you heard is true. There a genuine bonified one hundred percent authenterrific, hautin apparition here amongst us the good folk of Austin College. Thats right a ghost. His name is Mortimer and he lives in the basement of the Ida Green Theatre. Well, for all of ye I see that are clearly out of touch with your history, let me fill you in on this story.
About a thousand gorlocks ago, in the darker days of Austin College, when the university had just moved to the fine fields of Sherman, Texas, Theatrical works were performed at the local YMCA building. The bottom floor of this facility doubled as both a swimmin pool and a basketball court. Well, one fateful and frightnin night, a youngn decided to take for himself a stroll down to that place of performance. Now, we may never know what strange madness drove that boy. What we do know is that on that court he did play and suddenly without warnin there was a great rumblin and like the hellmouth of ould the grounds neath his feat opened up and swallowed the lad whole.
Well, maams en gents, I bet yall can gather that the boy never did walk out of that place of play and his spirit for many years remained attached to that informal stage. From here we gots to take a fast forward to a wild and wonderful era known as the seventies, where we meet a fantastic family who went by the name of Beardsly, who bought and paid for the building a theatre.
Now, the students were aware that dear Mortimer would be left all alone in his watery grave without his only love to entertain his eternity. So they built for him a coffin of ancient arcana and called to the spirit. In this casket cold and dry, these faithful disciples of Dionysus carried Mortimer both young and old to his new place of dwelling. In a secret sanction now known to only to the most dedicated of devotees he has ever since made his lair.
If you too should find yourself a workin in that place we call Ida Geen, keep you senses sensible and your wits so keen. Cause ladies en gents, this spectral specimen finds himself particularly fond of the jokin and jestin. Us theatre folk get no rest when he decides to make trickery with lightin lights, or jam up our clothes sewer. Though in general youll find him gentle ghost, fond of prankmakin and piss takin, but also capable of lending a hand of helpin with findin your keys, or putting at ease your mind when all alone you find yourself in his home.
So, this eve o hallows make sure to make a stop at the home of ACs one and only guenuine poltergeist and leave a drink for Mortimer.