Running Out Of Time

I've got a ghost story for the records. You yee, ghost are living...err ... Well, rather, are dead, In the museum I work at in Mesa, Arizona. They appeared regularly after 5:00pm.

I was working by my self in the museum, it being a Monday, during The Summer, and after 5:00. I wasn't in a hurry to leave because I didn't want to go home. I'd just gotten my license and my parents were out of town, so it didn't matter when I returned. I just woundered along down the dark halls at my normal pace, nothing that day made me want to hurry up or slow down. I wasn't stopping though, not in the dark museum.

I wasn't scared for say, I was used to having to be mature and calm. I had learned to do that because people always turned to me to be the leader. I always wondered what would happen if I messed up royally and allowed something to go wrong, well, that night I got my answer.

I finished the rounds of the bottom floor and was heading for the mine. Now, let me describe this 'mine' for you. It's plaster, metal, paint, and props, with a few electronics. But it leads to a jail. A real jail, with real cells. You see, the museum was a jail at one point, then a bank, then well... a museum. Anyway, the vault ghost is not the story I'm telling right now. So, I entered the mine and came out in the jail. I glanced around and didn't see anyone, so I started to leave via the second entrance. However, I noticed something in a cell.

A little white note.

I sighed and entered the cell. I bent down to pick up the note, when a shadow fell over me. I looked back and the cell door was closed. Now, these doors are the real thing, and they are heavy! They also never get oiled and creak extremely loudly and annoyingly. I mean eardrum busting, teeth rattling, nails on a chalk board, stop screaming in my ear, loud. Yet I didn't hear anything. I, for some stupid unknown reason, looked back at where the note HAD been. Needless to say it wasn't there.

I jumped to my feet and pushed against the door. It wouldn't open. I pushed harder and harder, yet nothing worked; but the locks had been welded open, this door couldn't lock! I reached my hand through and checked the lock, it was unlocked, but why wouldn't the door open? All reason left me and I put all my effort into frenzied attempts to get the door open. Then I remembered that there was a security guard in the museum. Downstairs.

I figured if I screamed it would echo enough and he would hear me. I was desperate. I opened my mouth and all the air seemed to draw itself from my lungs. I gasped for air and felt something push me down. I hit the hard cell floor, and heard a somewhat gentle voice saying. 'relax.' I tried to get up, but I couldn't. I felt something on me and struggled to get up. 'Relax' the voice said again. A wave of hopelessness fell over me and I gave up. This was too weird, it couldn't be happening. But I was at its mercy. The pressure subsided and slowly I sat up. I gripped the bars with my hands and just peered out, not even bothering to get up. I felt so tired.

I looked at my watch, I hadn't been in here long, but it was hopeless, the museum would be closed for vacation, I'd be in here for days. That security guard would be leaving in half an hour, but he was probably already making rounds on the top floor, out of hearing range. That's when I saw it... er.. him. There was a guy standing there, not shiny, not see-through, not scary. Just a guy. I rose to my feet and just stared in silence for a while.

'l-let me out" I begged, after the long silence.

He shook his head.

"You must" I stated, desperate.

He nodded his head. "In time" he replied.

He had his arms crossed and looked quite casual, younger, I'd say...early 20's. I kept asking to be released, he just shook his head or repeated 'in time.' I glanced at my watch, again; normally I would have been finishing up and saying good-bye. There are eight ways to leave the museum, five of which have an override command incase you get locked in.

I had to get stuck behind a door I couldn't open! The minutes ticked by and then I felt my strength returning. As soon as I could I jumped to my feet. I had two minutes before the security guard left and I was trapped for days! I met eyes with the guy and the next thing I new I was pushing the door open, and it worked.

I hauled arse! With a final look back at the boy I turned and shot out of there like a bat out of heck, like a moth out of my purse... like a teenager out of a jail cell. I sped around the corners, skidding and nearly ramming into walls as I went, yep, i'm graceful. I leapt through most doors as they closed, the security guard must have just been through there a little while earlier. I arrived at the door as the security guard was locking it, he saw me and opened the door so I could get out.

"Wow, running a bit late?" He asked. I was embarrassed about what had happened and just smiled and nodded, giving a fake laugh. "You're lucky" He grinned. "I might have locked ya in there" He teased, unaware of how close I'd actually came to being locked away.

"N-nah" I replied. "It'd never happen" again with a fake laugh. I headed for my car and saw a policeman, standing just a few feet away.

I stupidly kept walking though he had his gun out and was yelling at some guy with something in his hand.

"STAY THERE!" The cop yelled at me.

I stopped and he leapt forward as a guy turned to look at me. He pinned the guy to the ground and a gun went sliding in front of my feet. The cop handcuffed the guy and a tried to remain standing. Give me a break, I was scared! The police officer yelled at me, then calmed down a bit and shook his head as he seemed to realize I was 15.

"Don't you have any common sense?" He asked. "You see an officer reprimanding a suspect with a gun and you're ten feet away so you keep walking?!" I lowered my head and shrugged. "I'm an idiot" I replied.

"I could have shot you! He could have shot you!" The cop yelled.

"I'm sorry okay! I got held up, I should have been out here ten minutes ago and out of your way entirely!" I yelled back.

"Lucky you weren't, he's got a record for violent robberies and was trying to get in there ten minutes ago" The cop responded, shoving me towards my car.

So that's my story. Guardian? Ghoul? Or Ghost? Maybe all three. But from now on, whenever I'm giving a tour through the jail I'll smile and sometimes retell the story of the ghost who saved my life. That was the first time I'd ever had someone watch out for me. The first time i came home and felt that somebody outh there cared. So I want him to always be remembered as a hero.

Eve

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