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 The Enchant Theater was re-opened in 2001 by a man named Ethan Wright as well as several rich backers. The theater was made to be a museum to showcase the buildings original 1800's woodwork, and beautiful detail. Among the information and newspapers hanging on the walls are portraits of the Enchant family who owned the theater from its creation in 1867 to 2000 when the last living woman who carried the name passed. The paintings included one of Clayton Enchant the last of the family to ever run the grand theater and his son Mauet Enchant. It was shortly after it's opening and when these portraits were hung that visitors started reporting strange happenings at the Enchant Theater. Costumes were said to be moved onto guests, and a weird pink haze was often see around the hall that held the family's history. Many thought it to be the work of Mauet Enchant's spirit, the boy was said to have met his demise in the theater on his 18th birthday only hours before his father was hosting a grand dinner in his honor. The cause was said to have been a broken neck after Mauet fell through a faulty trap door on the stage. However, many people claimed someone had set Mauet up, and wanted to get rid of him. A friend of the family who was interviewed in the newspaper said quote Mauet knew that stage like the back of his hand, and worked around the trap doors for years with his father. It is highly unlike that he was storming around the stage hard enough to set off a trap door... The case remains unsolved, but reports of a teen boy that still wanders his family's theater still come in to this very day.
Chapter 1: A Theatrical Life
Chapter 2: Turning Eighteen
Chapter 3: When The Lights Go Down
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Mauet Enchant was born to a father who could not be more proud of anything he did, as his only child and only heir to the Enchant money he was spoiled and loved by his father. However Mauet's mother was a mystery, many people believed it was a woman by the name of Sasha Delwine who was a grand socialite and often attended the Enchant Theater whenever a new play was in town. Besides being interested in the theater she was said to be very close friends with Clayton Enchant, some even said too close.
Even more suspicious was the rumor that after her husband went off for political reason for over a year, Sasha spent ten months with her sister down south. However, it was never proven that Mauet was her son. Mauet soon obtained his family's love of the theater and became something of an actor himself. Often working the ticket booth on his summers off, and acting in rehearsals when an actor happened to be out. Mauet was a loving son with a bit of a curious streak, a dutiful student, and a good friend. It would seem his charmed life was only to brighten as he grew into adulthood, but it was not to be.
Clayton cupped his son's face in his hands "I cannot believe it, today you my son become a man and my right hand." he smiled as he let his hand fall to his son's shoulder. Mauet returned the smile his eyes bright behind his round glasses "I cannot be more happy father, but please promise me tonight won't be another of your over the top parties." Clayton chuckled and sat at his desk "What is wrong with a father wanting to dote upon his only son, eh? However, I will try not to make it so outrageously lavish." Mauet picked up the guest list from his father desk "Also, Margret said I was going to be allowed to act in tonight's performance...is it true?" he asked trying to sound calm and flip through the list as if the answer had no real
interest to him. Clayton looked over his clasped hands hiding a smile "It is true, call it an early birthday gift." Mauet nearly flung the pad of paper away in his excitement but managed to lay it back on his father's desk without breaking anything "Thank you father! I promise I will make our family proud tonight!" he said, his voice rushed as he hurried to the door "I got to get to the theater and rehearse!" he smiled and threw open the door "Get ready world Mauet Enchant is coming through!" Clayton shook his head as he watched the door close behind his son. Little did he knoew the performance would be the last time he would ever hear his son's voice.
Across town a man by the name of Arnold Delwine sat beside a huge four poster bed, holding the hand of his dying wife Sasha. She looked at him here dull eyes filled with exhaustion but there was something else there. Arnold looked at her "What is it my love?" he asked touching her cheek gently. She took a shaky breath "I am...sorry for things...I have done...Arnold." she paused "I love you...but...I was young..and Clayton was such a gentleman..." Arnold blinked "What are you saying Sasha?" She pulled him close and with her last breath whispered a seventeen year old secret into his ear. Then her hand slipped from his, her eyes freezing staring past him at the wall. There was a crash heard throughout the house as an antique vase hit the wall.
Mauet stood on the stage, the performance had ended not long ago and people had filed out into the back garden for the birthday party his father had planned. He sighed hands in the pockets of his costume as he closed his eyes hearing once again the applause and feeling the heart of the stage lights. He was brought from his memories hearing the creak of steps, he turned seeing a shadow near the back of the stage "Hello?" he asked watching as the shadow moved a bit "Are you lost? The dinner is out the left exit." he said with a smile knowing the theater was big enough to loose your way. The figure moved to the rose of brass levers that controlled the trap doors, hand reaching out to the cool shine. Mauet suddenly started to where the figure was knowing how easily they could be triggered "Hey! Please
don't touch those!" Monet would never figure out who the figure was, who obviously knew the layout of the stage. As Monet reached the edge of one of the back trap doors the figure pulled the lever, without safety Mauet fell to the concrete floor ten feet below the stage...
