7. A ghost boy appeared inside of our museum
“I worked in a museum that was housed in an old building downtown. It was once a vaudeville theater, a used car lot then it sat in disrepair for years before it was bought and remodeled. We had a lot of weird occurrences there. I’m a total skeptic but there were some things I just couldn’t find good explanations for. After closing the museum for the evening we would be in the lobby, counting down the cash drawers, closing the gift shop, etc., and many times we’d hear running footsteps on the floor above us and it was certain there was no one up there. We’d close for the night, come in the next morning to open, go around and unlock exhibits, etc and things would be displaced; clothes strewn all over, things knocked over, doors opened that shouldn’t have been. I know they weren’t like that the night before because I would be the one who went around closing up. The place was just kind of creepy. We all felt it. There were times where you just felt uneasy for no good reason. The elevator was very active, traveling between levels with no one in it which could have been electrical but still added to the creepiness factor especially when it was dark and you could hear it going from floor to floor… ‘ding ding’.
The biggest thing that happened, which I still struggle with because I have a hard time believing it. If I had been alone I would have written it off as imagining things but I wasn’t alone and they saw it too. We were standing on the 2nd floor landing in front a stairs that led up to the 3rd floor. The museum was closed, all visitors were gone. As we were standing there chatting this little boy in a red shirt came running around the corner (where the elevator was) and ran up the stairs to the 3rd floor. It was one of those ‘uh, did you see that?’ ‘Yes… did YOU see that?’. We agreed we had both seen it and our first thought was we had maybe missed a visitor. It wasn’t a big place and it was 30 min after doors were locked. There was only one was up to 3rd floor and one way down. If there was someone there we couldn’t have missed him. We went up to look and of course, there was no one there. From then on whenever weird things happened we’d say ‘it was the boy in the red shirt.'” — Gaia227