No one dies. No one even screams. All the while, the elevator goes up, the elevator comes down, the elevator goes up, the elevator comes down. Its doors open and close, open and close. People walk through rooms, then disappear.
Large cans fall off a shelf as if swept by an invisible arm.
Sudden gusts of inexplicable cold fill a room. Toolboxes are moved, and drawers and doors open all at once. Ever since the mid-1980s, when workers began restoring the building to its former glory, there have been reports that the Whitney is haunted. They just appear to enjoy living in luxury. In other words, these are ghosts of good taste.