I_m a Night Guard at a Museum. The Olmec Heads Started Speaking to Me

DESCRIPTION:I'm a night guard at a museum, and the Olmec heads started speaking to me. At first, it was just whispers—low, rumbling sounds I blamed on the HVAC system. Then they started forming words. Names. Dates. Warnings. The other guards say they've heard it too, but no one talks about it. Now, the whispers have stopped. And the heads have started to turn. I'm the only one on shift tonight. And I think they're waiting for me to answer.