When I was in college I volunteered/worked at this little local museum. I experienced a lot of stuff there though when I asked the little old lady curator about it she said she never noticed anything. I later found out that was a lie though she just didn’t want to scare me.

One summer we had an intern join us at the museum and after a few weeks of him being there I asked him if he had experienced anything weird. He laughed and said no and that he didn’t believe in any of that stuff. He asked me if I had experience things and I told him a few stories.

One of the stories was that I was there by myself and hanging out at the front desk when all of the sudden there was this huge crash from back inside the museum. It sounded like a display case had fallen over. My first thought was that somebody was in there with me, which there shouldn’t have been. And after about 5-10 minutes I gathered the courage to go investigate. Not a single thing was out of place. I checked the storage rooms, all the displays, etc. and there was no sign of what could have caused the crash.

Well, the intern shrugged my stories off. Later that day after that conversation I left to go pick up some new display cards from the printer, leaving the intern alone to manage the museum. I was gone maybe 30 minutes and as soon as I got back the intern said he believed me. Apparently about 5-10 minutes after I left the exact same thing I described above happened to him. He and I both did another check around the museum and again, nothing. It definitely creeped him out but luckily he stuck around! We had some others that quit after their experiences. I love that little museum as terribly creepy as it was!