The Museum People Are the End of It for Me

Mr. F had been standing there by himself when he saw people start to come out of the side of the train car, men, women, and children who were dressed in rags like peasants or prisoners. They filed past him slowly without speaking, each looking at his face, and they disappeared down a long hallway that led out of the museum. Four months or so, he was supposedly haunted by these people. Sometimes they would come back in the middle of the night, not knocking, trying to pick their way in. Do you know how extraordinary and unlikely it is that a man, Cooper, who is frequented by a presence, happens to know someone whose father died because of that?