The first one the new owners found out about was Cesspit Cecil, aptly named for the putrid stench that's followed him every since he drunkenly fell into a cesspit round the back of the theatre. At least that's the current theory, with no record of him in any of the old staff lodgers and no newspaper articles to confirm his death they just went by what seemed right.
He liked trying to pull people backstage but he rarely managed to do much more than ruffle hair or untuck a shirt or two. Most folk know to take a seat whenever they smell him coming so nobody really knows what he'd do if he ever actually managed to get someone backstage and nobody wants to find out.
Aside from him there's also a lovely couple who can be seen in the hallway outside the upstairs staffroom. They hold hands, gaze deep into each others eyes and seem so sweet until someone tells you that he slit her throat and then his own because he got conscripted and couldn't stand to be apart from her.
They're one of the few Haints that have enough of themselves left to hold a conversation. That's how they found out that it was all her idea and they're actually quite happy to be ghosts together. As far as Haints go they're probably the nicest ones you'll ever meet.
Anyone's a saint compared to the grey man who guards the balcony late at night. He's the reason why the pub has to close between nine and eleven PM. They tried just closing off the balcony seat during that time but he started throwing things at the patrons below - leftover napkins, empty glasses and even knives from the storage rooms.
He made it very clear that those two hours are his and his alone. None of the other Haints seem to be around when he is, all just as scared as the rest of us when the staff have to herd everybody out into the street or garden area and pray that they aren't drunk enough to wander back in and face him.
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