By Adan Shaikh
Camrose has no shortage of tales that can send a shiver down the spine. Stories have long been told of horses heard stampeding down Main Street in the dead of night and the cries of a baby haunting the hallways where the Windsor Hotel once stood. But perhaps no local story has gained quite as much attention as the historic Bailey Theatre.
As Alberta’s oldest theatre, the Bailey has seen thousands of performers cross its stage. According to local historian and genealogy expert Janine Carroll, some may have never left.
“A lot of the theatre people return to where they were the happiest and the Bailey Theatre has always been a magnificent, vital part of Camrose’s social scene,” she said.
Janine, who once led ghost tours through
Camrose, became interested in the City’s history while organizing Founders’ Day events. As her knowledge of local history grew, so did the number of people seeking her out with stories of close encounters they could not quite explain.
One of those stories involves a little girl and a mysterious helping hand, from the early days of when the Bailey Theatre had just reopened in 2011.
On a Friday evening, a theatre employee and a volunteer were preparing the building for another event the following day. The volunteer had brought his two young children with him as they were expecting to be working late that night. “At one point in time, the father told me that the kids were playing hide and go seek and they disappeared for a few minutes,” said Janine.
With the theatre locked for the night, their father was comfortable letting them explore, knowing they could not get outside and would eventually make their way back to the stage.
The boy returned alone, having ditched his younger sister downstairs. Some time later, his little sister, reappeared. Her father asked whether she had become lost wandering through the old theatre.
“No, the nice lady showed me where the stairs were,” she replied.
The adults stopped what they were doing, concerned that someone else was inside the locked building. They searched the theatre, checking its rooms and corners.
They found no one. “They talked to the little girl and asked where did she find the lady. She shared that her brother had left her downstairs and she was just wandering around, looking for a way to get back upstairs, and a lady had said, ‘Here, come with me and I will show you how to get back upstairs’ and took her hand. She said that she could feel her hand in her hand, and they walked up to the stairwell and then the lady told the little girl that she had to go upstairs on her own because she couldn’t go with her,” added Janine.
This story was shared with her by the father of the children.
She mentioned hearing many stories about people meeting the lady. She said a former Bailey Theatre employee often encountered her. Janine also heard from a third party about one occasion when he met the lady face to face.
“One time he was getting off the elevator and, as the door opened in the basement, lights were not on, there were safety lights so he could still see, and what he saw was a lady walking by. The man called out to the lady and as she turned around to look at him, she melted into a fog and disappeared right in front of him. “This happened to him a few times, from what I heard, and he then started pretending that he didn’t see her so she wouldn’t feel that she had to hide from him.”
Another reported sighting shared with Janine was when one of her friends who worked at the theatre invited her to show her something. “She took me to a specific place behind the stage where I could stand and look downstairs into the basement. There was just a little light, like the safety floor lights you see in an airplane so people backstage won’t fall.” As Janine stood in that spot, her friend told her that a person from one of the musicians’ team had been standing right where she was, and when he had looked downstairs as the band was performing, he saw a lady dancing downstairs to the music.
He watched her for a few moments. He watched her throw her hands up to point to the stage and as she did that she turned her gaze to the stage, looked back down and disappeared. The team member noticing her shared that no door had opened for someone to have left the building.
Janine shared that the stories like this are part of what makes the Bailey’s supposed inhabitants more intriguing than frightening.
Being the hub of all art, music and drama in the community, Bailey Theatre wouldn’t be the worst place to spend eternity.