What Goes Bump in the Theatre

Concordia’s Frances Frazier Comstock Theatre is no exception. Lonely footsteps, misplaced objects and flickering lights casting strange shadows are all hallmarks of Concordia’s resident ghoul. And his name is Al.

The name “Al Gersbach” first appeared in a Concordia Theatre playbill years ago despite the fact that it belonged to no student or staff member. When an explanation could not be found for the name’s appearance, the conclusion was undeniable: the theatre’s ghost had revealed himself. Examine any playbill since and you’ll find Al’s name; to omit it would be to invite mischief and misfortune.

By most accounts, Al’s mischief is mostly benign and, like any apparition, his presence is felt but rarely observed. Still, ask any actor or technician and they’ll share a tale of their personal brush with the paranormal.

Those brave enough to recount their experiences have shared their stories.

“We used to hear footsteps coming down the steps from the art gallery to the box office all the time late at night. There was never anyone there.”

– Rachel Brady ’12

“When I was working in the costume studio by myself, I would hear him walking up and down the hallway. I would always check and there was no one down there.”

– Chareese Jorgensen ’08

“One evening, working in the scene shop, we couldn't get the radio to work. Before long, we gave up, unplugged the radio, and turned to walk away. 

We took about three steps before we heard music.

We turned around to find the radio, plugged in, as if we had left it that way. I can't remember who was with me at the time, but I do remember all of us looking up and saying ‘Al’?”

– Justin Nelson ’12

 “I was late coming up from the dressing rooms after rehearsal. Alone in the empty theatre, I crossed the stage to get my bag from a seat in the audience. 

 All at once the lights went out and for a moment it was silent and dark. 

 Slowly, the lights came back on but they were dim at first. I remember asking Al to give me some better light so I could gather my things and go study. The lights brightened, I grabbed my bag and had my hand on the door when the lights cut out again.”

– Michael Bennett ’02

“Late one night, alone in the theatre, I had to go down to prop storage underneath the stage.

 I carefully propped the door open to prevent it from closing on its own. Beneath the light of a few naked bulbs, I searched through the cramped space for the items I needed. 

 In the quiet, I heard footsteps. I yelled at Al to stop it and leave me alone when suddenly I heard the unmistakable clatter of metal chain falling to the floor. 

 Then the door closed.”

– Matt Ouren ’10