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The Night Sheek Uttered That Cursed Word
i heard she was going to perform a monologue from david nammet's olienna. And hers was the only audition i tru wanted to see. So i snuck off to the bowels of the theatre, hoping to find the ghost of mary mulligan. I listened carefully for any ghastly noises, but nothing. Then i remembered the piano. It fell from the fly space the night sheek uttered that cursed word. She was hanging upside down, only inches from my face. Her eyes were sunken twisted pits, her teeth jagged and broken behind curled lips. And her nose, oh god, her nose was completely gone, just a triangular hole in gray