Living in a Haunted Museum: After-Hours Encounters with the Unknown

Spectre in the Victorian Gallery

It was the most chilling encounter for some months into the job. The night was one of stormy weather and what had seemed at that time like an oppressive atmosphere surrounding the museum due to dark clouds and steady rain pummeling against the windows, the distant rumble of thunder making shadows in the long corridors appear blacker than they otherwise did.

I was at the Victorian gallery, a room full of rich furniture, oil paintings, and personal belongings from centuries of noble gentry. By an ornate mirror on the wall, I saw something, something that didn’t seem to be there-but behind me. Turning around quickly, no one was there. I laughed nervously at myself for jumping at shadows and turned my head to continue my round to see her.