Echoes from a Dusty Past

I was just walking past that old theater when it happened.
Usually passing it from time to time by chance alone, I never would have thought it could happen today.
There in front of me was a page from the play.
Not a pamphlet or handout, but a full page of the play.
I should have kept walking past.
The theater was barely visible from the road where I stood.
But, then I wondered what a page of the theater was doing outside so far from the stage.
And it was a later page too from a scene we hadn't even rehearsed.
I bend down and picked up the dry, stained paper, careful not to tear it by accident.
I could feel something move from the paper into my hands, like a small ghost had been waiting inside this fragment for a new host.
A small chill ran down my spine as I turned back toward the theater.
It looked as abandoned as ever.
And yet, I could clearly hear something calling me from within.