Working at Ford’s Theatre, Washington DC, was always interesting, in so many ways.
On two separate occasions, I was standing in the front foyer, red carpeted area of Ford’s Theatre, during my midnight shift. I caught a glimpse of a young woman, long dark blonde hair, in period clothing. A white dress, with layers, and layers down it.. As Ford’s Theatre was a Baptist Church before a theatre, I wondered if it was a wedding dress. Was this woman to be married?
Second occasion, in same area of Ford’s theatre, on the famous twisting steps, up to the second floor balcony. I saw her again, in same dress. She looked over, and vanished.
Submitted by RJO