Hello again, Story Club members.

I'm Ivy, your ghostly host with the most and keeper of the strangest,

spookiest tales on earth.

Today is another Ivy's chilling tale.

This armored tale story club members might make you stay out of museums after dark.

It's one I call Night of the Fright Night. Danny, we're seriously going to get caught.

Keep your shirt on, Carrie. They disabled all the alarms and cameras in this dump ages ago.

My friend, Danny, and I were in the downtown city museum. This place was the size of a small city block in circumference.

The museum was going to be rigged with dynamite and raised to the groan so that a supermarket and apartment complex combo could be built.

It was a shame, really, but the museum had lost all of its funding.

It had been built 100 years ago, and in its heyday,

used to bring in all kinds of business. But over the decades, interest in going to museums had waned

dramatically. Danny's dad was one of the construction workers who told him that they had nearly

taken out all of the exhibits, and that in the next day or two, it would be completely empty.

The museum owners had shut off all the security measures to save money. After all, it's not like

there was hardly anything left to take. So Danny thought it'd be a good idea to wander around

after closing time. I'm pretty sure he'd seen all the night at the museum movies one too many times.

We'd hid in an old steamer trunk after they announced the place was closing and then waited for

about an hour. Now the place was dark and creepy. There really wasn't anything cool about being

in this shadowy place after dark, if you ask me. But Danny seemed to be having fun. He wanted to take selfies with

the Neanderthal wax figures, and then he saw the Black Knight. The Black Knight was this tall,

looming figure in dark armor. Next to him on the wall hung a crossbow with bolts, a broad

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