Irving Hall

Irving Hall. A once beautiful and loved building is now a shell of a building. A ghost of the past. Most of the walls are in tatters, wallpaper curled off in the heat of the blaze. The pretty flower paper is now merely ashen gray flecks on the dilapidated floor. The stage possesses many burn holes and most of the stairs are missing. Only a few remain, strew across the floor. All the remains of the once lovely building are the grand doors. A reminder of what was and what will never be again.