Haunted Museum
It’s amazing how being alone somewhere at night can change the entire vibe of the place. Take a museum for instance. Now, some people will say that a museum is creepy any time, and that can be true, but walk through one at night and it will definitely be creepy. Shadows come out in once well lit exhibits, blending reality with imagination.
Still, you like the museum at night. It’s earie yes, but peaceful as well. You like to imagine that the artifacts have secrets to share in the silence, secrets that one night, they may share with you.
You move through the dim halls and rooms, doing your nightly rounds. You see nothing out of the ordinary that needs your attention. You can enjoy the exhibits at your leisure as long as you continue to check the entire building for suspicious activity. You find no doors unlocked that should be locked, and the security cameras show that everyone left when they should have. You can take a little extra time in your favorite rooms, reading the plaques, and really enjoying your time there.
After a while you begin to sense that you are not alone. It is not a threatening presence, rather a friendly, companiable one. The presence seems to be guiding you to the exhibit set up as an old fashioned nursery. Maybe, once upon a time, one of the old toys belonged to them.
You follow along to the exhibit and wait patiently for the presence to explain why you are there. The presence, or let’s be honest, the ghost hovers around a battered toy ball before rolling it to you. You smile and roll it back to them. This continues for some time, but you are not bored, in fact, it’s rather peaceful.
After a while, you wonder if the ghost child, they are definitely a child, has ever been to the rest of the museum. You suggest a tour and while they don’t respond, they do follow you as you leave the room.
You take the time to highlight what you think a kid would enjoy, the dinosaur skeletons, the Egyptian mummies, the display of toys from the 1950’s housed in a recreation of a vintage toy store, and of course, the gift shop.
The bin of colorful rocks shifts as the ghost child runs invisible hands through the fool's gold, tiger’s eyes, and others you can’t identify. You smile, as the light catches the shiniest of the rocks. The bin of rocks is your favorite part of any museum gift shop, and this kid, like so many others, seems to share your opinion.
The night is drawing to a close and the morning shift will soon be arriving. You make another loop around the building and bid your newfound friend farewell until the next night.
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