What she wants is unknown, but she always comes back,
the spectre of darkness, the Woman in Black.
When I checked this week’s photo challenge from The Daily Post and found that the prompt was “Creepy.” I couldn’t resist posting this selfie:
One of the first things that happened when I ditched the job that was driving me mad with stress was that I was offered the role of The Woman in Black in a professional production in Copenhagen. It ran for a month, and I got to dress up in a beautiful Victorian frock, paint my face a creepy shade of grey, hollow out my eyes and cheeks with make up and appear – and disappear – spookily, when the audience was least expecting it. The play is as creepy as creepy can get, and in the tiny Krudttønden theatre the atmosphere is so intimate that the tension was almost too much to bear. Even as the one doing the scaring each night my heart was pounding so hard I thought it might leap out of my chest. The audience screamed real, piercing screams during every performance. It was by far one of the most exhilarating and memorable experiences of my life. And creepy. Oh, so very creepy.