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A dark tale of hubris, lust, and self-destruction… as told by a man who famously fell prey to those same impulses in his own life. Oscar Wilde wrote his original interpretation of the Biblical story of Salomé in French, and the play was so controversial that no theatre in England would produce it for nearly four decades. Includes a conversation with director Michael Hackett and Wilde scholar David Rodes. An L.A. Theatre Works full-cast production.

The night was thick with an unsettling fog as the last train of the evening prepared to depart, a lone beacon against the encroaching darkness. Passengers, weary from the day's toils, hurried towards the train, their breaths visible in the chill air. Unbeknownst to them, a sinister presence lurked among them, ready to unleash a wave of terror that would alter the course of their lives forever. The station's dim lights flickered ominously, casting long shadows that seemed to dance with malevolence, amplifying the palpable tension that hung in the air.

Oiwa's beauty was the stuff of legends, captivating all who laid eyes upon her in the bustling streets of Edo. With her long, flowing hair and delicate features, she embodied the ideal of feminine allure in 17th-century Japan. However, her stunning appearance served as both a blessing and a curse. While many admired her, it was the shallow affection of her husband, Iemon, that ultimately sealed her fate. He was entranced by her beauty but devoid of any genuine love or respect, viewing her merely as a trophy rather than a partner.

In a land scorched by sun and stained by secrets, one man walks a path below the reach of law, hope, or mercy. William Cash—once sheriff, now a ghost in his own story—emerges from the ashes of Johnson’s Corner to confront the evil that festers beneath the soil. But the devil wears many faces, and redemption runs as dry as the riverbeds. In the aftermath of fire and betrayal, a new darkness takes root. Children vanish, shadows whisper in the trees, and a woman with no past holds the key to an ancient curse.

The air was thick with anticipation as the group of friends gathered around a weathered table in their rustic cabin. Their holiday, meant to be a thrilling adventure filled with laughter and exploration, took an unexpected turn when a mysterious package arrived on their doorstep. Wrapped in coarse brown paper and tied with frayed twine, it bore no return address, only the chilling words, "For those who dare enter the Cavern of Lost Souls." Their curiosity piqued, they exchanged glances, excitement mingling with trepidation.