"You see a stage bedecked in thick velvet black and purple curtains.  Scattered along the stage, in various haphazard positions (as though dropped in place, and ignored), are numerous marionettes.  Or people with strings.  Very goth 'Pinocchio'.  There is very little light around.  Several flickering limelights, alternating between very bright and total blackness keep you off your guard, and keep spots in your eyes as you look around the place.  Suddenly there is faint music in the background.  You can't quite place it, but it is eerily familiar.  As the creepiness nearly overwhelms you, and you turn to leave, you hear a scuttling on the rafters.  Phantom of the Ope...nah.  You wonder if perhaps it's the denizen of this strange place."
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