Is it just me, or does the Orpheum Theatre in Memphis have a bit too much "spirit" in its walls? I mean, who wouldn’t want to see a ghostly girl flickering lights and slamming doors while you’re trying to enjoy a show? It’s like the ultimate "dinner and a show" combo, but with more cold spots and fewer appetizers.

Maybe Mary just wants to be part of the performance—after all, how else do you keep an audience entertained for over a century? But hey, let’s not forget about the psychological factors at play. Is it really a ghost, or just an overactive imagination fueled by popcorn and a spooky backstory?

Either way, if you’re looking