Okay, so Beth and I were talking the other day and she reminded me about just how creepy it can be here in the Museum either after hours or when you’re by yourself. I’m pretty sure this place has some crazy history that might explain its haunted qualities, but for time’s sake, I’ll just cut right to the chase. Here in the Museum, and I swear this isn’t just due to lack of sleep; I have seen and heard some rather suspicious things. Here are a couple stories that I will break into 3 different posts over the next few weeks. Enjoy!
Haunt Break
One day when I first started working here at the Museum, I was sitting in Beth and I’s office [we share one] working on the computer, when I promise you, out of the corner of my eye I saw a strange man sitting at the conference table in the common area with his hands in his lap. I can still to this day remember what he looked like. He was sitting very rigid and upright in one of the chairs, facing me. It was a white male, maybe mid-30’s, with a really short, military haircut. In a flash, I freaked out! When I get scared I usually tense up and can’t move and my heart starts racing. This was no different. It was an instant panic attack, and when I looked over to make sure whatever it was really was, or was not, there—he disappeared. I called the front desk where Beth and the security guards were and told them I had just been haunted. The boys came back to investigate for me, but found nothing and I’m pretty sure they were just making fun of me. I hope that dude pops out and haunts them one of these days!
x Carissa
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