Ghost Stories and Apparitions
Kelly and Stephanie were doing a program on the Nature's Trading Post porch. While they were working with some visitors, I was looking into the window and noticed something very strange...
It looks like Shirley the ghost has some competition!
Shirley's Tale
Shirley is a ghost who is said to haunt the Cincinnati Museum Center. The Museum Center is in an old Art Deco (finished in 1933) train station that has gone through several different incarnations in the past. So you would expect some ghosts. Shirley is the only one that has been associated with a specific person. During renovations to turn it into a suitable museum complex, a night security guard was shot and killed in what is now our office area. Her name was Shirley, so any and all odd happenings on our floor are attributed to Shirley's ghost.
Now I don't put much stock in ghost stories, but I'll admit to being easily spooked. It's easy to see how putting a name and a face to your fear makes it a little more containable. A little less bad. Especially when I'm alone in the offices and listening to the creaks and moans of an old building and wind shrieking outside of the windows. At those times, I am more than willing to say "Hey, Shirley, will you cut it out? I'm trying to get some work done!"
It looks like Shirley the ghost has some competition!
Shirley's Tale
Shirley is a ghost who is said to haunt the Cincinnati Museum Center. The Museum Center is in an old Art Deco (finished in 1933) train station that has gone through several different incarnations in the past. So you would expect some ghosts. Shirley is the only one that has been associated with a specific person. During renovations to turn it into a suitable museum complex, a night security guard was shot and killed in what is now our office area. Her name was Shirley, so any and all odd happenings on our floor are attributed to Shirley's ghost.
Now I don't put much stock in ghost stories, but I'll admit to being easily spooked. It's easy to see how putting a name and a face to your fear makes it a little more containable. A little less bad. Especially when I'm alone in the offices and listening to the creaks and moans of an old building and wind shrieking outside of the windows. At those times, I am more than willing to say "Hey, Shirley, will you cut it out? I'm trying to get some work done!"
