The Old Dark House Monologue
|The Old Dark House by Benn W. Levy|
|Age (range):||18 - 55|
Rebecca Femm: My sister Rachel had this room once. She died when she was twenty-one. She was a wicked one. Handsome. And wild as a hawk. All the young men used to follow her about. With her red lips and her big eyes and her white neck. But that didn't save her. She fell off her horse, hunting. Hurt her spine. On this bed she lay month after month. Many the time I sat here listening to her screaming.