Haunted Museum Las Vegas Novels & Stories

"Give me the ticket." "Is she safe?" I grabbed his wrist. My fingers dug into his skin. "I want to hear her voice again." "Later. The ticket, Ethan. Now." I reached for my pocket. My hand was a blur. Suddenly, the air pressure in the room shifted. A low hum started in the floorboards. THUD. The lights didn't just flicker. They died. The entire museum was plunged into a blackness so thick it felt like water. The crowd screamed. A thousand voices rising in a panicked wave.

“Just breathe, Victoria. Marcus has the loop running on the main security feed. For the next twelve minutes, Julian is watching a digital ghost of us sitting in the library reading architecture journals. But if you keep hyperventilating, you’re going to trip the acoustic sensors.” “I’m not hyperventilating,” I whispered, though the air felt thin, like I was inhaling glass. “I’m experiencing the high-speed realization that I’m committing a felony in my own family museum.” We stood at the back of the Vermon wing, tucked behind a massive, obsidian bust of my grandfather, Silas. The museum was a mausoleum of Vermon history—blueprints, models, and antique tools—but beneath the marble floor lay th

A part of me wanted to scream for help, but I wasn’t even sure where I was. There was nothing but a single bulb hoisted above my head. It was able to illuminate the people standing around me, all glaring down at me with hateful and murderous eyes. The rest of the world was engulfed by pure darkness as far as I can tell. When I tried to squint my eyes, I noticed that there were a few silhouettes. They were machines if I was not mistaken. That means I must be in some abandoned factory or something. And the only abandoned factory in Nuvia was the one down St. Anthony Road; it was solely abandoned because it was believed to be haunted for decades.

I shook my head. Patrick smacked his lips with a hint of laughter, "you are an extreme genius Collin. That is exactly what they plan on doing." "Your father is a dignified burglar." Seth said with a hint of sarcasm. "No offense please." We laughed along, finding every bit if the process funny. Patrick's father sure has a practical way of getting everything he wants. "Which museum is it?" I asked "The Lishion musuem along the city bank ." Patrick said, "and they are attacking this night."

Uri explained. Clement frowned and said, "How did they steal these precious artifacts from the museum?" "When Anthea and I were visiting the special gallery, suddenly the museum lost power." Uri immediately told Clement about the robbery. "The National Treasures Gallery is in the basement of the museum, so after a power outage, sunlight cannot enter. At this moment, the guards in the gallery opened the cabinet and took all the antiques. They left the museum in a car already waiting for them at the back gate."

, her voice in as getting into a whisper, which ran shiver down their spines as they got to know about the gravity of the situation, “don’t forget to stay closer, as any of the heart can be corrupted in no time, even us around can’t be trusted at those moments, it’s known that the findings here possesses the finders, and rest of happenings that were seen to take place, weren’t done in good state of control by them. They can be possessed by them if their heart is weak enough for not being able to fight back!” Her eyes were telling stories which her tongue was masking, she seemed to have seen many tragedies happening there, her warnings really meant meaningful, as a huge museum like this would

After the owner died, it was soon abandoned and was said to be haunted by the ghosts that was killed in that area. “Why do we even have to go here?” Caleb whined as soon as we entered the structure. It was a bit dark since it was already 5:30 in the afternoon. I’ve only seen this place in movies and in pictures so being here was definitely something else. My heart thumped in excitement since the place looked even more terrifying as the darkness started to cover the sky. I reminded myself that we only have thirty minutes to roam around. “Don’t tell me you’re scared?” I teased him while poking his side. “I’ve been dying to visit this place since I was in high school so bear with me.”

"I don't know what is going on with you guys but I know I want nothing to do with it. Please let me go." Amelia's face falls but she nods. "Please be careful." She says and it's my turn to nod. The rest of the Rosemont mansion has similar decor with the room I was in, it's all vintage but still very housewarming and nice. "Heaven." I hear Cassandra following me. "What?" I ask impatiently because I really need to get out of here.

24%. The HUD in her vision flickered, a jagged violet line cutting through the blackness. Elena leaned against a cold marble plinth, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Every time she closed her eyes, she didn't see the museum; she saw the East Wing of the Vance Estate. She saw the mirrors. She felt the cold, crushing weight of a memory that wasn't hers a memory of a girl in a hospital bed, watching her brother weep through a pane of glass. "Get out of my head," Elena hissed, her voice sounding distorted, like a recording played at the wrong speed.

We were now at the further side where a cave is attached to the building— The museum was built attached to the cave. It had ancient hanging lights by the sides which Larry picked up and lit a fire so we could see. Modern fancy lights aren’t allowed in here. We dropped our phones at the entrance in respect of the beliefs— That your wolf could be taken by the moon goodness when you shine light in here. It was dark for a reason— for protection. “Sure..” I smiled gently but Camille’s eyes glared at me. Maybe she’s been having a good time she forgot I was here.