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

Living with Spirits

With time, I stopped getting disturbed by the strange occurrences. The cold spots, whispers, and fleeting shadows had become so much a part of my nightly routine that I would not be very far-fetched to say that I didn’t like it but managed to coexist with the spirits. Most nights, I would just acknowledge their presence and continue my rounds, praying they’d keep quiet.

However, on stormy nights, the activity would heighten. The whispers would grow louder, the cold spots longer, and sometimes I would hear the faintest of footsteps down the hollow corridors. I knew that during such nights, I wasn’t really alone. Whatever spirits lingered in the museum seemed to draw out by the energy felt in the air.