The Ghost of Gallery 5

Barker: Step right up! Come and see
the most notorious ghost of the gallery.
He’s one of the few here who isn’t damned.
He really died an innocent man.

The Ghost of Gallery 5

I didn’t do it!
I didn’t do it!
I didn’t do it!

But I hung right here.
The fear was unimaginable.
The whole thing was unimaginable.

You’re not going to believe this.
After all this time, I don’t believe this.
I don’t know which was worse,
what happened last or what happened first.

They found her dead.
I’d lost my head.
But I didn’t do it!

I thought, someone will prove it, someone will!
Still, death came, she was so cold, so chill.

The whole thing was absurd!
There are not words
for how it feels to die with no why.

I died an innocent man.

They caught him the day I died.
Two men from Richmond went up and I
begged the hangman to stay his noose
till the train from New York had set it’s caboose

on Main Street.

I kept scratching at the window, still
I sat all day there with no sill
to lean on. I scratched and scratched, thinking
I could scratch a hole out of the sinking,
Desperate, desolate, harrowing feeling
that each breath upon my last was stealing.

They caught him and he got away.
I died an innocent man.

No one can help me now.
Fear swallows the hall you creep through.

Sound banging

Help me! I’m trying, see,
to get out of here,
dying to get out of here.

Let me out of here!
Let me out of here!
Let me out of here!