## Act I: An Introduction to The Red Onion Saloon: A Veil Between Worlds

In the heart of Skagway, Alaska, amidst the relics of the Klondike Gold Rush era, stands a timeworn establishment with a distinctive red onion-shaped weather vane. Baptized in 1898 as the ‘Red Onion Saloon’, this place once revelled in its decadence, the echo of impatient boots treading its wooden floor remained intact along with the persistent murmur of the ‘Sourdoughs’. As the rivers of thirsty adventurers dried, so did the saloon’s reputation and patrons, but it reborn into an establishment that breathes unsettling tales and serves spectral company.

Today, where alcohol and hot food fuel the living, the Red Onion Saloon serves more than you can fathom. Part bar, part restaurant, and part spectral theatre, it invites not only the living for a heartening meal and a swig of old memories but also serves as a haunting haunt for the ghosts enthralled to its mysterious charisma.

## Act II: The Lady in Red: A Ghost of Memory

The Red Onion Saloon has been claimed and reclaimed by many stories, but none hold as much sway or ghostly presence as the tale of the ‘Lady in Red’. Dressed in an attire that whispers the bygone era and dispersing a peculiar perfume that clings to the wooden framework of the brothel-turned-restaurant, her presence is as tenacious as the legends encircling her.

Believed to be a former madam — a lady of influence and control — the apparition of the Lady in Red is known to saunter the second floor of the saloon. Visitors and employees alike have reported catching a glimpse of her ethereal figure in the corners of their eyes, hearing the subtle rustle of her dress in the deafening silence, or feeling her ethereal gaze that chills the spine as a harsh Alaskan wind would.

## Act III: Whispering Shadows and Shifting Currents: The Undying Presence

The ghostly activities of the Red Onion Saloon are not limited to the spectral sightings of the Lady in Red. A creepy sensation creeps up your spine, the chill whispering tales of the unseen, as you ascend the peeling stairs and navigate the narrow hallway. You are never really alone here; every creak, every whisper, every wave of cold wind speaks of a spectral presence, forever intangible but palpably omnipresent.

Objects left to their own devices suddenly stutter into motion, moving inexplicably across tables and floors. The temperature does a whimsical dance, jumping and dipping without any reason. The air, rife with an unearthly vibe and a cold shiver runs down your spine, signalling the presence of the unseen spirits and their silent watch. Even the bravest souls visiting the Red Onion Saloon have sworn by the eerie sensation of being observed, as if from behind an invisible veil.

## Act IV: Ghostly Whispers: An Invitation to The Other Thursday

Apart from the physical manifestation of spectral entities, whispers and muffled voices find their way into the living world. Disembodied phrases slither into human ears, their spectral origin as chilling and mind-boggling as the very concept of their existence.

These phantasmal echoes seem to be nothing more than remnants playing on an otherworldly loop, a ghostly invitation into another realm, a layer of spectral existence, the other Thursday where time, space, and understanding are distorted. These spectral whispers have been a common thread in the stories of the brave or arguably fool-hardy souls who have dared to venture into the saloon after the sun sunk behind the snowy peaks.

## Act V: A Toast to Ghosts: An Honour to The Unseen

On rare occasions, visitors of the Red Onion Saloon are so engrossed in sipping their beers or devouring their meals that they fail to notice the ghostly presence. But more often than not, these patrons feel the chilling sensation of being watched or the inexplicable whispering, turning their merry night into an uncanny experience.

Despite its spectral tales, the Red Onion Saloon basks in its reputation and continues to serve its customers – both the living and the unseen. After all, it’s only here that you could share a toast with the ghosts and soak in the spectral tales trapped within its wooden walls and time-worn floors. Ghostly whispers echo through the saloon, the apparition of the lady in red lingers on the second floor, and the eerie sensation of the other Thursday prevails, making the Red Onion Saloon truly the pulse of Skagway.