My Adventures at Zak Bagan's Haunted Museum

Chapter 10-The Celebrity Room

After I shook off that icky feeling from the Study Room, we got directed into what was called the Celebrity Room. Here, items from dead celebrities were on display. The range of items went from Sharon Tate's wedding dress to Patrick Swayze's tooth. That was kind of creepy. I don't know if I'd want my molar on display. But I was drawn to the area that held a super fascinating item. 

James Dean's axle for his race car "The Little Bastard" had been acquired by Zak for a pretty penny. I moved into the room, studying all the memorabilia of James Dean. There were printed pictures of him, scenes from his movies, movie posters, pictures of him with the race car. Then, the tour guide directed us to watch the screen on the wall. Another video played of Zak describing the fateful crash and ending to a life gone too soon. A picture of the car after the crash appeared. It was a tangled wretch. 

As I watched, I got the feeling to look over the axle, like it was calling me. There was something about that piece of metal that was the only known surviving part of the car. The video mentioned in the background how the car had been broken down to parts, and everyone that bought and used a part of the car had died. It was supposedly cursed. I looked up and down at the cursed axle. Was it really? I thought, maybe, if I stilled my mind, I could see if there was something to it. 

Suddenly, I felt like I was twisting the wheel of a car really fast to the right, and the sound of screeching wheels filled my mind. I took a step back, feeling out of breath. What was that? I closed my eyes, and could feel it, this endless screech filling the room. I had to get out. I didn't want to relive the last moments of James Dean. 

Outside of that smaller room, I leaned down, hands on my thighs to regain some equilibrium. The tour guide came over, and asked me, leaning downward. "Are you all right?"

"There's something about that car axle. I keep hearing a screeching sound and feeling desperation." I sucked in another breath. "I think I'll go wait in the hallway."

"Go ahead. Do you think you need to leave the tour?" The tour guide held concern in her eyes.

I thought for a moment. "No. I think I can make it. I just need a break for a moment."

I went and stood in the hall which seemed to be a ritual. I didn't even mind missing the Ghost Buster's props in the section next to the axle. I was just too overwhelmed and needed to take some deep breaths. The axle's recurring sound kept playing in my mind. I made a note to look up more things about the crash. There had to be something about that sharp right turn.