SD1: From the darkness comes a deafening crash of thunder and a flash of lightning.
SD2: The curtain rises, and a spotlight reveals Mary Shelley, our storyteller, standing in a corner.
Mary Shelley: Long ago, in the German town of Ingolstadt [ING-guhl-shtaht], a young scientist had a dream.
SD3: The stage lights slowly come up on Victor Frankenstein standing in his cluttered laboratory. Candles struggle to illuminate the gloom.
SD1: Victor is surrounded by body parts—legs, arms, heads, eyeballs.
SD2: On the table before him is the body of an enormous man. He is 8 feet tall.
SD3: Shelley slowly walks across the stage. Victor does not see her.
Shelley: For two years, Victor Frankenstein has been collecting bones and organs, stitching together muscles and arteries. He has been constructing this creature from a collection of corpses.
SD1: Rain lashes against the roof.
Shelley: And now, in the dead of night, his quest to create a living human being is nearly complete.
Victor (whispering): Will nature reveal to me the secrets of life?
SD2: The candles flicker.
Victor (louder): If my experiment is a success . . .
SD3: Wind rattles the window.
Victor (very loud): . . . I will be able to bring back the dead!
SD1: Thunder rumbles through the room.
Victor (shouting): And a new species will bless ME as its creator. ME!
SD2: Lightning cracks violently, shaking the table.
SD3: Just then, the creature opens his eyes and parts his lips.
Creature (gasping for breath): Guuuh!
SD1: The creature’s limbs twitch.
SD2: Victor jumps back, a look of disgust on his face.
Victor: Watery yellow eyes, sallow skin, misshapen arms and legs . . . You . . . you were supposed to be beautiful . . . but . . .
SD3: Another clap of thunder!
Victor: You are hideous!
SD1: Victor runs out of the room and the lights fade.