I wrote earlier about my job in the local museum. If you haven't read that story, it would be a good idea to do so now, just to get an idea of the layout of the buildings, and to know what has happened so far.
A few days after I had written my last story, I was sitting at my desk in the office building. This building has a door facing the street that I keep propped open with a brick so people passing by will see that the museum is open. There I was sitting and cataloging some old books when I heard a loud scrapping noise. I looked up and saw the brick sliding away from the door, than the door slammed shut. I ran over to see what had caused it but could find nothing. The wind wasn't strong enough to push the door shut, and there was no one around. The brick hadn't just been pushed by the door, it looked as though it had been pulled away, allowing the door to slam. This has happened five times over all. Two of the times it was quite windy out, so I assumed the wind was the culprit, but for the other three times I haven't a clue.
For the first month or so that I worked in the museum I always had a strange feeling whenever I walked into the cabin. It was like I had just barged in somewhere uninvited. It never felt totally mean, and I never felt threatened, but I never felt welcomed either. In fact, as the days went on, I began to feel as if whatever was there was teasing me.I would hear whispers or footsteps from one room, go to check it out, and hear those noises in the room I had just left.
Other times I would put something down, turn away, and when I looked back it would be moved. Not a lot, but enough that I could tell. This went on until one day about two weeks ago. That was a rough day. Genius that I am, I had stayed up way to late the night before, and, as a result, was very tired. It had been raining and my feet were wet (I hate that). To top it all off, the very first thing I saw when I went into the cabin was a giant spider; I hate them even more than wet feet. In short, I was a very cranky tour guide.
As I was opening up the cabin that lousy day, one of the table clothes began whipping back and forth loudly and quickly. Before that day when something happened that I couldn't explain, I would get spooked. That day, though, I was in no mood to be played around with, so I just rolled my eyes, said "whatever" and continued on with my work. The tablecloth instantly stopped moving and from between me and the table, I heard a soft giggle.
Since that day, whenever I walk into the cabin it feels warm and welcoming. I no longer feel like I don't belong there. Things still happen, but it doesn't feel like teasing.
The latest strange thing to happen in the cabin was last weekend. There had been quite a few visitors and as a result I was there later than usual. In the cabin I saw wet foot prints on the floor in the back kitchen. They looked as though someone with wet feet had walked from the doorway to the main room to where there was a larger wet spot in front of the table where the guest book is, exactly what you would get if somebody with wet shoes had stood there for a few minutes reading the names. Now, this in itself wouldn't have been odd except for one thing. I had been in the kitchen and had just walked to the doorway to tell my Mom I would be a few more minutes.
There were no prints when I walked to the door, and they were there when I turned back. I was tired and it was late, so I decided to ignore it and close up for the night. As I walked from the kitchen to the main room, I saw someone poke their head out of a bedroom, look at me, than go back into the room.
I couldn't make out any detail since they were between me and the light and was just a silhouette. All I could tell was this person was about the same height as me, five feet (yeah, yeah I'm a shorty). It seemed to me as if they were saying "You still here?" I went into the room to check, but, of course, it was empty. Like I said, it had been a long day and I was tired, so I just closed the curtains, turned out the lights, told whoever was there "goodnight" and went home.