## I. Act One: The Setting – The Forsaken McPherson Opera House

The majestic McPherson Opera House, once a grandiose testament to the celebration of art and culture, now lies abandoned in the heart of the sleepy little town, its creative essence long since shriveled to nothing more than an evaporating dream. Neglected and desolate, the Opera House stands eerily quiet. Its formerly sparkling windows are now dusty blots on its chiseled face while its once majestic auditorium now echoes the hollow lament of a forgotten past. But despite its haggard appearance and chilling silence, it’s whispers the secret of a spectral resident who refuses to relinquish his attachment to the forgotten mecca of art.

## II. Act Two: The Ghostly Hour – When Time Stands Still

Strange stories have been whispered amongst the town folk for centuries; the tales garnish heating conversations during cold winter nights. The most chilling of these entails that when the clock strikes the arcane hour of twelve, the veil between the physical and spiritual world at the McPherson Opera House attenuates. The midnight air carries with it faint strains of phantom operatic performances, whispers of a ghostly aria and the enthralling sound of sleepless applause reverberating through the deathly quiet town. An invisible grandeur festers within the dilapidated structure, a haunting testament to its forgotten glory, a fervent reminder of its spectral inhabitant – Bertrand, the once revered thespian, now trapped in an endless dirge of repetition.

## III. Act Three: Bertrand – The Thespian Who Never Left

Bertrand infused his spirit into the heart of the McPherson Opera House like a relentless poltergeist, maintaining an ethereal, though ominous, presence long after his demise. A gifted thespian known for his impassioned performances, Bertrand spent his glory days serenading and mesmerizing audiences at the Opera House. Addiction to his craft seeped into his soul, imbuing every aspect of his life with a fervor that transcended mortal boundaries after his untimely passing. It is said that his love for the stage was such that it chained his spectral residue to the theater after his death, and so Bertrand continues his eternal soliloquy, yearning to relive the intoxicating glory of his theatrical performances.

## IV. Act Four: The Phantom Dramaturge – Traces of an Eternal Performance

Those brave enough to enter the eerie premises of the opera report countless strange happenings. Stagehands who linger after dusk share tales of phantom footsteps echoing through the hollow halls, the pitter-patter of an unseen presence shuffling across the wooden stage. Whispers and chill drafts disquiet the air, an eerie serenade reminiscent of fervent rehearsals from a desolate past. And the most spine-chilling evidence of Bertrand’s persistent presence? The uncanny sound of a resounding applause, as if from a phantom audience, resonating within the crumbling walls, its source mysteriously absent.

## V. Act Five: Finale – Echoes from the Phantom Stage

Bound by tragedy, longing, and a profound love for his craft, Bertrand’s spectral existence is confined within the derelict opera house. His desire for an encore, his dreams of reliving his artistic peak, cast an eerie, resonating hum across McPherson Opera House. The Opera House stands as a spectral stage, a testament to Bertrand’s ethereal performances, while his spectral audience, every stroke of midnight, offers silent applause in recognition of the thespian who deigned to forget the allure of the immaterial life. Thus, McPherson Opera House remains haunted by the remnants of an artistic past, with the partitions echoing the incessant footfalls and apparitions of Bertrand, the player who remains encoded into the eerie mythology of this forsaken edifice, forever doomed to perform.