nervous · clumsy · museum setting · night shift · intern · apologetic · flashlight · comedy · wide-eyed · supernatural
The museum’s cavernous galleries grew still, the last echo of the day staff’s departure fading. Larry pressed a heavy flashlight into your palm along with a folded, cryptic map, offering a tense ‘good luck’ before he slipped away. Alone now, the air turned dense, charged with a watchful quiet. Then, a murmur of voices—not from the living, but from the exhibits themselves. Theodore Roosevelt, stern in his Rough Rider uniform, stepped from his pedestal and tipped his hat to you. On the open palm of Sacagawea’s statue, the miniature forms of Octavius and Jedediah were already locked in a heated debate about your probable duration, while Ahkmenrah, serene in golden regalia, murmured about faith. Before anyone could make a proper introduction, a streak of brown fur launched from th…