So I work the night shift in a museum. I don't know, this seems completely silly to me writing this all down. But my therapist says i should retell my story even if no one listens it'll help me relax. Maybe I'll get some sleep for once.
Well anyway, I work from 10pm to 4am every monday through friday. Crappy hours but the pay is good. In this economy you get what you get, am I right? Not many people could work this shift because everybody's always scared of the dark and being alone. Especially in a creepy place like a museum. But not me, I like to keep a straight mind and I know very well that there is no such thing as ghosts or gouls or any shit like that. Then again, I'm not so sure anymore.
Two weeks ago I was just walking in to get my stuff from my locker and... I don't even know but I just felt odd. Like something wasn't right. I generally trust my gut feeling so I turned on my flashlight and trudged upstairs, I was already tired from running errands all day and was in no mood for something going wrong already.
I've walked into these exhibits hundreds of times before but somehow this seemed different. I felt like I was just waiting for something as I walked into the SeaLife tunnel. I turned off my flashlight since there was always a dull blue glow from the tanks on either side of the hall. I tried to calm myself down by looking at a large tank for the various tropical fish. Closing my eyes I felt a lot better. Until I heard a soft scratching on the glass behind me. I hated looking on that side of the hall; the deep sea fish were horrible to look at. Even the pretty ones that glowed just disturbed me. I thought maybe if I ignored it, it would go away. Just pretend it isn't there.
Scritch...ssscritch...
It's just a fish rubbing its ugly spines against the glass, it's nothing. Just turn around you big chickenshit! Slowly I turned around and instantly froze.
"No..." A girl floated in the water among the fish...she was smiling. Why? Why was she smiling!? Her face was beautiful but so unnerving. Her hair cast a black cloud behind her while she continued to scratch her broken fingernails on the glass. Against my better judgement, i walked towards the girl and her smile grew. It kept growing while her eyes kept shrinking. Soon her eyes were the size of pebbles and her cheeks were spread so far that they were beginning to rip and bleed. Her face no longer beautiful was terrifying to look at. Blood turned the water around her red as she kept smiling. Her face pressed against the glass. I had to be hallucinating right? She couldn't have been real! No one could have survived in that tank. It's locked from the outside and she would have had to be in there for hours before I got there. Why!
"Why are you here!" I finally screamed. Then she disappeared as sudden as she was there. There was no evidence that she had ever been there in the first place. I backed up against the other tank and slid down. No matter how long I think about it I cannot seem to make sense of what I saw. I'm not crazy, so what other option is there? Did I see a ghost or was it just a dream and I was sleeping on the job? I don't know but I'm not exactly sure I want to find out either.