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

A woman stood in the center of the room. It was such an antique robe she was wearing and reflected in the mirror as it changed color. Her back was to me. I think at first she might have been some mannequin leftover from one exhibit or another. There are no mannequins in this gallery, so I spun to face her just right. This room was empty.

I spun around to look in the mirror and saw nothing of her, but my heart was running and I was out of the gallery before I knew it. I shot out that door so fast that the feeling was even more intense than before. The whole rest of the night, the floor creaking, lights flickering, had my nerves on the fight. I couldn’t get that image out of my head, that woman in the mirror.