My Adventures at Zak Bagan's Haunted Museum

Chapter 6-The Serial Killer Room

I was still feeling a bit out of sorts as the group moved from the Kavorkian Van room to just across the hall to the Serial Killer room. Well, at least that's what I was calling it. It could have been the true crime memorabilia room too. 

Everyone shuffled into a basic white washed concrete walled room. Jail bars went across one end, creating a cell enclosure. Displayed on the walls around me were artwork by criminals with nothing else to do in a cell but explore their inner self. There were other strange objects from their victims, evidence from crimes and pictures and descriptions through out the room. I had a chance to look around, noticing Ted Bundy's glasses on display when the guide started to speak. 

"This is the serial killer room. Displayed in this room is artwork, artifacts from crimes, evidence and descriptions of some of the most notorious American serial killers. From Ted Bundy's glasses, a self-portrait of John Wayne Gacy dressed as a clown, to Charles Manson's prison shirt, the museum's collection revivals many other crime museums in the unique items that can be found in this room. I'll give you some time to look around and discover the depth of the horror of a killer's mind. If you have any questions about anything, please let me know."

I began to look around with the others in the room. I moved away from Bundy's glasses to look at Gacy dressed in a red clown suit, his smiling expression looking creepy in clown make-up. I moved away, if anything, because it seemed the eyes in the painting followed me. I went through the prison cell bar door, which was open, and found myself in a cell display. To my immediate right was Charles Manson's prison shirt. Sitting on top of that was a clear Plexiglass display box with ashes. The box label identified the ashes as Manson's. 

I shook my head, and pointed at the metal name plate. "No way. That can't be Manson's ashes." 

From behind me, the guide said, "They are. Zak got them from his grandson, and put them on display with his prison shirt. In a way, the museum is Charles Manson's final resting place."

I stared at the box. "What a weird place to end up, after all the things he did."

A man next to me said, "I can only imagine what it would be like to investigate this place. I wonder what Manson would say if I had a digital recorder or spirit box."

The guide chimed in. "Actually, there is the Flashlight Tour on Friday and Saturday nights where the whole museum is available for paranormal investigating. You can even borrow equipment if you don't have your own."

"Good to know," I mumbled, and the man beside me moved more into the cell to see Manson's TV and artwork displayed on the walls. The guide quickly got distracted by another person asking a question, and headed to the other side of the room. I turned towards the ashes of one of the most notorious cult leaders and whispered, "I'll be back, because I'd love to see what you'd like to say through a spirit box too."