Night Shift Horror: The Spirits of Kellie’s Castle

The night air hung heavy around Kellie’s Castle, its weathered stone walls casting long shadows that seemed to breathe with untold stories. I, Marcus Chen, had taken this night security job out of pure necessity – mounting bills and a struggling freelance career left little room for choice. The castle loomed before me, a testament to one man’s impossible dream, its unfinished architecture speaking volumes of interrupted ambition.

As the last rays of sunset disappeared, the castle transformed. What seemed like an ordinary historical site by day became a living, breathing entity by night. The corridors whispered with echoes of forgotten construction, and the air carried a strange mix of old timber and distant spices. I remembered the briefing about William Kellie Smith – a Scottish planter who had poured his entire fortune into building this magnificent home for his beloved wife, Helen, only to have fate cruelly interrupt his plans.

The first signs were subtle – a distant hammer’s rhythm where no worker stood, the faint sound of dragging tools across stone floors. I tried to rationalize these sounds, attributing them to the building’s natural settling or my overactive imagination. But then came the footsteps – clear, deliberate, walking through the unfinished elevator shaft that had remained untouched for decades. The smell of traditional Indian spices grew stronger, a haunting reminder of the workers who had died during the Spanish Flu epidemic while constructing this very castle.

Curiosity pulled me towards the second floor, where an inexplicable light flickered behind a partially open door. My flashlight trembled in my hand as I pushed it wider, and suddenly, the impossible happened. The room transformed before my eyes – workers in early 20th-century clothing moved with purpose, their movements synchronized like a perfectly choreographed dance. And there, overseeing everything, stood a figure I recognized from old photographs – William Kellie Smith himself, watching the construction with an intensity that transcended time.

The ghostly scene unfolded with remarkable clarity. Workers moved stones, hammered wooden beams, and completed sections of the castle that had remained unfinished for nearly a century. A spectral Helen appeared, her translucent form guiding me towards a hidden room I had never noticed before. The walls seemed to breathe with historical energy, revealing architectural details that no living person had seen in generations. I stood transfixed, understanding that I was witnessing something beyond mere haunting – this was a continuation of an unfinished dream.

As dawn’s first light began to break, the vision slowly dissolved. The construction workers faded, the sounds diminished, and I was left standing in an empty corridor. But something had changed – a previously unseen architectural detail was now visible, a testament to the night’s extraordinary experience. The castle had shared its secret, bridging the gap between past and present, between the living and those who had long since departed.

Categories: Asian Horror, Ghost Stories, Ghost Stories, Haunted Places, Historical Hauntings
Tags: ghost stories, ghost workers, Haunted Places, historical haunting, Kellie's Castle, Malaysian haunting, night shift, security guard, supernatural
Religion: Multiple
Country of Origin: Malaysia
Topic: Historical Haunting
Ethnicity: Multiple