I was asked by a classmate to go into the theater late one evening to look for her boyfriends earring which she borrowed and lost there. I found a window I could climb through and went in. Knowing stories of hauntings I was scared, but chose to speak to the ghost and explain why I was there. I felt every inch of the sound booth before feeling like my search was futile. I sat on my heels on the floor and asked "her" to help me find the earring. I leant forward and extended my arms, hands lightly touching the floor before me. My right arm suddenly shot out to the right side on its own, when it relaxed a second later, it was holding the earring. I know someone else was in control of my arm and hand for a moment. It was the freakiest moment of my life. Now I've learned that Grunow theater has been rebuilt, I'd like to go back and see if it feels different. I know she was there and she "occupied" a part of me briefly. I wonder if she's still there.