Thirteen Chairs

Jack stands in the dark on the landing of the old house, and looks at his feet. He has been here for minutes, his hand on the door handle, debating whether or not to go in. A high-ceilinged room lit only by candles. Thirteen chairs, one empty. Twelve ghostly storytellers, waiting to begin.Come in! Take your place. We have been expecting you. Do you dare to listen to our stories? Do you dare to tel...