Haunted Museum Las Vegas Novels & Stories

It was a museum of a ghost, curated by his jilted lover, and the main exhibit was my son. Arthur and I stood near the back, a united front of silent agony. We were islands in the chattering sea, ignored by the crowd who were too fascinated by the spectacle to notice the architects of the tragedy in their midst. Then, the lights dimmed slightly, and a spotlight hit the small stage at the front of the room. Valeria Sable walked out, a vision in crimson silk, a microphone in her hand. Her smile was a slash of triumph.

He was sniffing the air constantly, his upper lip curling in disgust. "It smells like death here," he muttered. "Not fresh death. Stale. Rotting." "It's a museum," I said, pointing to the holographic plaques that flickered to life as we walked past. "Specifically, the Museum of Failures." We entered a long, curved hallway lined with massive cylindrical glass tanks. Most of them were dark, filled with murky fluid and vague, floating shapes. But as we approached, the proximity sensors engaged. Internal lights flared on, illuminating the contents.

This museum was unlike anything I had ever seen, it fascinated me. “That painting… it’s so beautiful,” I said to Daemon. “Yes, it is,” he agreed. Daemon had his hands shoved in his pockets, standing still while I moved around, gushing over the beautiful artifacts. “Humans have this obsession with preserving things from the past.” I paused. “Humans?” I repeated. He nodded. “If you haven’t noticed, we’ve traveled far from home.” He took my hands in his and led me to the door. A guard sat in a small booth, his posture relaxed—until he heard our footsteps. He jolted upright, his eyes wide with fear.

I remember yelling and screaming, but when a hand hit me by the side of my neck, everything turned black. **** My head hurt down to my neck, it's like my entire memory was gone. I stared bluntly at the dark room I was in, trying to recall how I had gotten here in the first place. I recalled vividly what Matteo's cell looked like, but it was a hundred times better than this. Here smelled of blood, like they had been butchering humans for decades. My gaze mistakenly fell on a human skull, and I let out a loud scream. “What the hell is this place?!” I cried. “Someone. Anyone. Please… get me out of here!”

“I see…” Everything made sense to me. I went to a physician, was recommended herbs and medicine that I never failed to take, and yet my illness has only gotten worse until the mark on my back was triggered. Now, I’m stuck. I know I should just go with whatever Calum Reed was planning, but the fear was still there. While I stared into his red eyes, I couldn’t help but recall descriptions of his sadistic murder that got headlined last week. Claw marks. Dried out flesh.

I said. “Do you really want it so bad?” Joshua asked. “What you are suggesting is extremely dangerous. Forest of Mirrors loves to lure people off the track that leads to the Banshee barrows, which are haunted by the bawling Banshees. Those Banshees get out of their barrows only during Halloween nights.”

He motioned for me to look again, and when I did, she was smiling at me. I smiled back nervously, then he led me out. I saw Ana too, who looked shocked and then ran away. When we reached the museum, the guards opened the door without saying a word, and we went in. The place was very quiet, just like the last time we came here. I gazed slantingly at the painting of the woman with my necklace, but I looked away immediately, as I did not want a repeat of last time. He grabbed a book from one of the desks and opened it. He led me to the painting of a Lycan and a naked woman. We stood in front of it.

It made me feel less uncomfortable because I was still not over what those two shitheads revealed to me the other day. I’m just grateful they haven’t brought it up again. ‘Only if you’ll do the honors,’ he purred and that sent an unwanted vibration in my chest. ‘Did you overdrink again?’ “It’s just like I remembered,” Lizra’s voice broke our conversation and that was when Adrian freed my hand, only letting me take a step towards the museum so I could really take it in. It was grand with a dull brown shade but the golden glow emitting from the entrances and windows did a great job of planting life in the darkness. The museum was enticing and interesting enough to make anyone look its way.

A low growl was heard by Stella and the same was heard by Benjamin but both thought it was just their illusion. Stella ignored her inner voice and continued to talk to Lima. But then something strange happened frightening everyone. Tehran was once upon a time called Hamster the city where Princess Veronica ruled. It was past twelve in the night. The power was down and there were no street lights glowing. Benjamin and Stella were passing through the road of the mansion Princess Veronica had locked long years ago. The street was completely dark and dead silent but suddenly strange voices were heard from the mansion. "Come on release me. Come here.... please...." There was a desperate growling

And after what she told me earlier,of what she had seen…” Hollingsworth Manor,July 1984 “I swear to you Polly,”Ginny said in her most excited voice.”I saw her…in my room!” “Calm down Ginny,”Polly implored.”Tell me everything from the beginning.” Polly pulled her younger sister down next to her on the low wall overlooking the garden,where the flowers were in full bloom.Ginny’s beautiful elfin face,so much like her own,was frozen in a mask of pure terror. “I believe you Polly,everything you said about this place is true…its haunted!At first I only felt it,but now… I have seen this evil with my own two eyes!”