Haunted Museum Las Vegas Novels & Stories

“Then you must kill me to take me because I will scream if you try anything stupid.” “You leave me no choice.” “Albert…” Before she knew what was happening he advanced and was behind her before she could blink. She started to turn to defend herself when a small, sharp prick on her neck blackened the world before her. * It was late afternoon and the sun was high in the sky. The roads were busy and most especially so because this was The National Museum had opened it’s doors to the early May tourists. The Laod’s National Museum was one of the oldest in the world. They had established archeologist unearthing the most priced artefacts from all over the world. Gold, silver, bronze…nothing was a s

Inside, the elite continued their charade—laughing, toasting, admiring the so-called brilliance of the Fury & Fate collection. Then, deep within the museum, buried beneath layers of paint, marble, and deception— A faint, synchronized beep. A whisper of impending doom. One by one, the tiny devices activated. Their signals pulsed through the grand hall, vibrating through the very foundation of the museum. The laughter inside faltered. A few heads turned, brows furrowing. A curator near The Ashes of Kings sculpture frowned, glancing around as if sensing something was wrong. Then— The first explosion ripped through the eastern wing.

There shouldn't be any form of security that I can't handle. But walking through the museum, there's not a great deal of security. No lasers, or tripwires, or any dogs either. Not even cameras. Which is good, but gets me thinking as I sneak around. There seems to have been an exorbitant amount of money put into building it, but not sustaining it. Evidence of faded power.

Andrew parked his gold Aston Martin in the parking lot of the Moonlit Homeless Shelter. Over the past three days, he had taken Princess Aurora to all of his favorite monuments and landmarks within the city: the One World, One Species Tower (a monument to werewolf/human coexistence), Bloodsuckers Rock (a memorial to the victims of the first vampiric insurgence), Lycanthrope Galleria, the Werewolf Heritage and Art Museum, to name a few. Now, he wanted to show her a grimmer side of the werewolf world and what he was doing to clean it up.

They stopped by a few places but found no clue. “The police seem to be everywhere,” Elizabeth said. “The high street and the hiking trails are a bit notorious, and a few robberies have taken place over the past few months,” Agatha explained. After roaming around for a couple of hours they finally headed towards the museum. It was an old building, mainly displaying paintings, old volumes of books, a few daggers and some ancient pots that looked like cauldrons. “Huh, those must amuse some people who think that witches have hooked noses, wear pointed hats and fly on brooms,” Agatha commented as he gestured towards the cauldrons.

My eyes widened as I began scanning my environment. They were lot of dead bodies of random people, policemen, security guards all killed and some of their head busted. I listened with my hearing, the voice of the man barking orders had increased. “Go check, everyone! And every single room. You, take the treasure into the van, now!!” he yelled at his men. They didn’t seem like forces. They are here for the artefact also. Bandits… I was trapped in a museum with deadly armed bandits. I began panicking. Bandits. I fucking detested them. They were the ones who murdered my parents right in front of me heartlessly.

I paused as my nerves started to overwhelm me. "The only room in the museum that was vandalized was the exhibit I worked on," "Femme de Sexe? I read somewhere that there was just a grand opening for it last night. There's pictures of you and that guy you were talking about," He responded, sparking more of my confusion. Opening up my laptop, I quickly searched up the museum where I then looked through all of the articles. Scrolling down, I noticed one that had been posted a few days ago. Clicking on it, I came face to face with a picture

I meant to go straight home, but my anxiety dragged me back to the restoration archives. I needed to calm down. I needed a plan. Walking down the dim museum corridors, a few vampires glided silently past me like shadows. Their pale, flawless faces looked eerie in the candlelight. Thank God I never sent Morpheus a face pic. Otherwise, any of these ancient beings could instantly spot the stupid human flirting with their kind online. Stripping them wasn't an option. But I had another lead.

"You don't. You learn to control it. But first, you survive the claiming." The word 'claiming' sent ice through Maya's veins despite the heat radiating from her skin. "What does that mean?" But Vivienne was already moving deeper into the hidden passage, her footsteps echoing off stone walls that looked far older than the museum itself. Maya hesitated for a heartbeat before following—the alternative was facing whatever had just torn through the museum's main entrance, judging by the sounds of splintering wood and twisted metal echoing from the lobby. The passage sloped downward, lit by phosphorescent strips that pulsed in rhythm with Maya's accelerating heartbeat. Behind them, she heard voice