It was gloomy as we approached the Armstrong Air and Space Museum in Wapakoneta that dark and rainy morning.
Tendrils of water leaked under the collar and made goosebumps loiter on the spine.
Inside the museum a black tunnel masqueraded as outer space as it moved visitors, one-by-one, through the cosmos, each with thoughts of the celestial abyss.
Suddenly, an apparition joined the quiet parade--a black silhouette of human-like form, staring facelessly while pointing with an extended, left arm.
Instant silence numbed the senses and wisps of cold air coaxed arm hair to rise while shivers assaulted the soul.