The Haunted Museum Horror Story | scary story | short story

The Haunted Museum Horror Story

 A museum that is haunted It is a museum from which strange and eerie sounds can be heard at three o’clock at night. The museum staff often leave their jobs and quit. Even during the day, something or the other frightening happens in this museum. Touching the ancient and old items kept there can lead to something bad, or even very bad.

My friend faizan and I lived in a hostel.

There was a museum just a short distance from the hostel, where many ancient things were kept. Faizan and I were very fond of going there. That museum was quite famous, but another thing was also known about it, that the place was haunted.

It was said that strange sounds come from the museum at exactly three in the morning, and many people have felt something unusual there even during the day. The staff of the museum kept changing frequently, because whoever worked there could not stay there for long. Everyone said that there must be something scary there.

Well, the next day, my friend and I reached the museum at around 5 pm. The museum was beautifully designed. Every antique kept there gave us a sense of life in the olden days. It was said that all these things belonged to a rich king, Maharaja, who was very powerful and wealthy in his time.

At the same time, my eyes fell on an old piece of wood. It was probably some kind of stick, which elderly people used to walk with. As soon as I touched it, I saw for a moment someone's face, who was looking at me angrily, as if I had made a big mistake by touching this thing.

Antique Piece

I considered it just my illusion and after wandering around the museum, we returned.

It was night. I went to my room and slept.

Suddenly, at three in the morning, I felt someone's presence in my room. I thought it might be my friend Faizan, but when I turned around, Faizan was sleeping next to me. So who was in the room?

The faint moonlight was coming in through the window, and in that light, I saw the shadow of a tall, broad man. I mustered up the courage to ask,

Who is it? Who is it?”

That black, blurry shadow slowly moved towards me. Seeing it, my senses were blown away. It was not a human being but a spirit being. Its face was completely white, its eyes were staring at me angrily, and in its hand was the same museum stick that I had touched.

It moved towards me angrily and started hitting me with the same stick. I started screaming in pain, but he kept hitting me.

Then suddenly my friend’s voice came,

Zeeshan! Zeeshan What happened?

My eyes opened with that sound. I sat up in a panic. Faizan immediately turned on the light in the room. The room was completely empty. There was no one there except me and Faizan.

I told Faizan everything I had seen.

He said,

“Dude, you must be dreaming. You suddenly started screaming in your sleep, that’s why I woke up and woke you up.”

I was very surprised to hear this, because I had seen all this with my waking eyes. How could this be a dream?

At that moment, my hand and back started to hurt severely. I lifted my shirt and showed it to Faizan. Faizan shouted,

“Zeeshan How did you get these marks? There are marks all over your body, as if someone had really hit you!”

Hearing this, I started trembling with fear. What I had seen in my dream had become a reality, and the marks on my body were proof of it.

We both could not sleep again due to fear and stayed awake the whole night.

The next morning we told our teacher all this. He said,

“You have made a big mistake by touching this stick.”

I asked in surprise,

“Why sir? I just touched it lightly.”

The teacher told us that the stick belonged to a particular king, and only certain people could touch the things of this king. There was also a board posted near this item in the museum saying that touching it was forbidden. It is said that whoever touches the things of this king, that king would come in his dreams and beat or scare him.

When we searched about this king on Google and saw his picture, I was left speechless with fear. This was the same man I had seen in my room that night.

The teacher told us that this had happened to many people who had touched the things of this king.

That night I slept despite the fear. I woke up at around 3 am, but this time there was no one in the room.

 I never saw that king again, nor did I ever visit that museum again.

“This story is fictional and for entertainment purposes only.”