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Upcoming Events


Thursday, September 20, 2018

Performance: "The Mousetrap"  7:00pm

Friday, September 21, 2018

Performance: "The Mousetrap"  7:00pm


Saturday, September 22, 2018

Script Workshop, Noel Collins 11:00apm


Saturday, September 22, 2018

Performance: "The Mousetrap"  7:00pm

Sunday, September 23, 2018

Performance: "The Mousetrap"  2:30pm


Saturday, September 29, 2018

Vocal Workshop, Wendy Berry  2:00pm


Monday, October 1, 2018

Auditions: "Almost, Maine"  7:00pm

Friday, October 2, 2018

Auditions: "Almost, Maine"  7:00pm


Haunted Forest Fundraiser

October 18-20, 25-27 & 31, 2018


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Ardmore Little Theater

P.O.Box 245

Ardmore, OK  73402


Physical Location:


The Charles B. Goddard Center

401 First Ave., SW

Ardmore, OK  73401

WITCHING HOUR VISIT

August 2018

By

Carl Clark

Ask most anyone who has been at the Goddard Center when the place is quiet, they will admit having heard unusual sounds, noises that seemed out of place, somewhat eerie and unnerving.  Such experiences lead to suspicions that, like all theatres, the place is haunted.

Working at the conference table in the ALT office late Saturday evening (having chosen to forego, for no particular reason, my usual routine of listening to jazz), I was hearing such sounds. Spread across the table were sketches, notes, ghostly and ghastly photos relevant to plans for ALT’s participation in the Haunted Forest this October.  Those images seemed to help magnify the creepy sounds.  

Thinking it was the usual spooky building noises or effects of the summer’s massive cricket invasion. I tried to ignore the distractions.   But then, from the area of my desk just two steps behind me, the spectral sounds intensified.  Turning to see what could be making such noise, I saw a rotund, full-grown, white-faced, pink-nosed opossum sitting atop my desk, looking right back at me.  Scared us both.

He scrambled out of sight.  I sat there for a brief moment to assure myself that I was not hallucinating then walked over to find him hidden behind a vertical file on the corner of my desk.  He again started scrambling, and I stepped away so as to avoid any confrontation.

Checking with the City, I learned that Animal Control wouldn’t be available until the next day.  Knowing that I couldn’t scurry so swiftly as a frightened possum, I set out to organize a posse.  Three ALT family members, Angel Dewbre, Sydney Dormire and Johnathon Whatley, soon came to help corral the critter.  Making sure all the lobby doors were closed, and armed with brooms and mops, our makeshift possoum posse managed to roust the varmint from behind my desk and out of the office. When he scrambled down the stairs, a footrace ensued from one end of the lobby to the other. Finally, he -- hissing, snarling and growling -- was escorted out the west door into the Goddard garden area.

As we caught our breath and laughed about the experience, Angel suggested we name the fearsome critter.  All we came up with was Scrooge Opossum.  Anybody have a better moniker for our unfriendly, unexpected  night prowler?  


Unfortunately, no photos were taken to record our -- hopefully -- once in a lifetime adventure.  -- Carl Clark