College of Saint Benedict - Benedicta Arts Center

I was a theatre student from 1981 to 1985 – when I was a freshman, the upperclassmen called him the “Peanut Brittle man” – because up in the fly loft above the grid there was a old coffee cup hanging on a an exposed piece of rebar – legend was it belonged to worker that died in the construction of the building – and supposedly at some later date a piece of Peanut Brittle was found next to it. Well, I saw “the peanut brittle man” in about 1984. I was sleeping in the Green Room under the stage – with the lights off it is completely dark – well his presence woke me up and while I was in a completely black room I saw a solid image of a person – he appeared to be floating and to be lit from behind – even though I could see his face and his moustache. I have never forgotten him. And I could describe him til this day, in fact I gave him the name “Steve” – hard to explain why – but just knew that was his name. While in my initial experience with him was startling and caused me to run in fear – after that I never felt scared by him and often when walking in the hallway between the Green Room and the Dressing rooms a ceiling light – not all only a single one would flicker and I knew it was him. There were other ghosts in the building far more menacing than Steve.

February 2025

I was a theatre student from 1981 to 1985 – when I was a freshman, the upperclassmen called him the “Peanut Brittle man” – because up in the fly loft above the grid there was a old coffee cup hanging on a an exposed piece of rebar – legend was it belonged to worker that died in the construction of the building – and supposedly at some later date a piece of Peanut Brittle was found next to it. Well, I saw “the peanut brittle man” in about 1984. I was sleeping in the Green Room under the stage – with the lights off it is completely dark – well his presence woke me up and while I was in a completely black room I saw a solid image of a person – he appeared to be floating and to be lit from behind – even though I could see his face and his moustache. I have never forgotten him. And I could describe him til this day, in fact I gave him the name “Steve” – hard to explain why – but just knew that was his name. While in my initial experience with him was startling and caused me to run in fear – after that I never felt scared by him and often when walking in the hallway between the Green Room and the Dressing rooms a ceiling light – not all only a single one would flicker and I knew it was him. There were other ghosts in the building far more menacing than Steve.

February 2025