Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

My dad owns this really amazing place in Middletown, Ohio. Its called the Sorg Opera House, it was owned by a very rich man named Paul J. Sorg. My dad bought the place with his partner last year in November 2007 when I was 15 years old. I’ve only had a few experiences there but I know that there is something there that we can not explain.

First of all the ballroom is haunted by an old bartender. I’m not sure what year he died or when he bartended there. Sometimes I stay in the ballroom with some friends over night. Sleepovers can be fun in an old spooky place. I was in the game room of the ballroom, and my friends, Kristin and Boggs, were in the other part sitting on the stage. I was playing guitar hero, and felt something touch my shoulder. It got kinda cold, so I ran over to them.

Kristin has had a little more time investigating the place then me so she was the one that told me about the bartender. She was really interested to find out that I had had an experience of my own, because she thought that she had been crazy.

Another time we were messing around with her phone by the bar and we took a picture of us and what seemed like a person was behind us. It looked more like a man, then a woman, so I suspect it of being the bartender. I don’t have the picture anymore I guess it got lost on the web.

Many people claim that Mr. Sorg himself haunts the opera house. The first seat on the second floor balcony was his spot to sit whenever a show was going on. Many people have seen him sitting there, or seen shadows by that spot.

Also a lady in a blue dress with sweet smelling perfume is said to haunt the opera house. My dad along with other workers there have seen and or smelled the lady in the blue dress.

For me I’ve had one horrible experience there that made me scared of the backstage for possibly forever. I was working for our tunnels of the dead presentation as a zombie lady. I was backstage working the lights before I had to go on stage and perform (yes I had to pretend to eat people). I was there by myself. The others were already behind the curtain, and I kept hearing banging noises coming from the basement. I was scared to death. Nobody went down there and nobody could be down there right now because everyone was working. I kept seeing shadows all over the place, coming up the stairs, down the stairs, and all over the walls.

When dad first bought the place he said that the basement was the old dressing rooms. I wonder what happened down there. Also, sometimes you can here the ghost of a man who had fallen from the catwalk running back and forth as if trying to get down, but cant. Its great to have such a great place to hangout.

Written by Megan Ross Copyright 2008