The Deadlight Theatre opened up on the back of the three showgirls who died in the same bus crash.
The chief talent agents brought in more stars with each trip to the morgue after closing time. Nailed in boxes under the stage. Each spirit could only put on the one show: the last scenes just before they died. See it once, see it a hundred times. But the final moments before someone’s life ends always draws a substantial crowd.
Once the cars passing The Deadlight past the witching hour began to crash, the establishment got closed down by the city council. The accidents had started to draw audiences of their own.
We just wanted some company.