Whispers of the Forgotten

Oh, they are back again. I’ve seen so many humans come and go—some lost in their own thoughts, others stumbling in drunken stupor, but these two? They were different. Intruders. They didn’t even know I was here, did they? How quaint. They thought they were alone, sneaking around the museum like they were the first ones to discover its secrets. They weren’t. I’ve been here for centuries. I’ve watched every visitor, every janitor, every curious soul who dares to venture past the locked doors. None of them ever stay long. None of them ever understand. But this time… this time felt special. First, the girl. She didn’t hesitate when she unlocked the door. She knew exactly what she was doing, as though she'd done it before. How? This place has been sealed for years. She doesn’t know the history of this place, of the things that used to roam here. But I saw the way she moved—confident, yet with a touch of something I could sense in the air. Curiosity. Then came the boy. He wasn’t as sure of himself. I could feel his nerves vibrating through the floorboards. He was out of place, not like her. He didn’t belong. But when they climbed the stairs, that was when things started to change. I could feel the shift in the air. My old haunt, my sanctuary—the space I’ve drifted in for so long—was alive again. They were breathing life into the forgotten. The boy was terrified, and the girl? Well, she was smiling like she was in on a joke. But I was the only one who knew the punchline. They reached the top. And when the wind howled, carrying with it the past, I whispered. Not audibly, but in the way the air presses against skin. I reminded them: No one leaves unchanged. I watched them speak, their voices mingling with the breeze, a fleeting connection in a place that’s been empty for too long. They didn’t know it, but this place had a way of leaving its mark. When she turned back, kissed him, whispered something about Reddit—I knew she was marking him, branding him in a way no one could understand. She wasn’t just walking away. She was making sure he carried the weight of this night, this place, forever. As they walked away, I watched them, but it wasn’t over. They didn’t get to leave so easily. No one does. So I’ll wait here, in the shadows. And when the boy lies awake, thinking of this night—of the girl, the kiss, the secrecy—he won’t know that I’m still here. Haunting him. Forever.