MIST

As I stepped out of my car the bright nuclear nevada sun shined in my eyes. I was on a journey or mission of some sorts, some might call it a vendetta too. Bottom line I had a promise and it was my job to fulfill it.

I guess instead of just jumping into my tale, I should probably give information about me and my past just for context. My name is Samantha Carter, I lived in New York with my widowed mother and younger brother. My mother died when I was 18, and my younger brother died of a cold. I know you think people wouldn't die of small things like that in this age (for context its 2048, I know I didn't think we would live this long either.) After my family died I decided to go kinda lone wolf or something like that. I started to commit petty crimes which led to more petty crimes like robbing a bank underground drug circles just normal things. I was never involved in stuff like that I was just the ring leader, some people might say like father like daughter. But that's just backstory let me tell you why I am in Nevada well, there is only one true answer vengeance.

Too the right of me was a dark broken down warehouse. I put on my sunglasses to examine what exactly what it was. On top of the building was a sign, the sign said " Enter all who are brave at heart and discover the secrets of the most gruesome incidents. " By the looks of it the worn building was tourist trap. Good thing I am a tourist.

As I was walking up the stairs that lead to the building, a man maybe mid forties, short, white, and black hair, flung open the door. In his mind was a turning winding maze of regret, and sadness, he was a lab rat in a endless maze with no reward.

As he hobbled though he said out of breath, " Welcome."

He continued " You look like a lovely lass, would you like a trip to your most freakish nightmares?"

His tone shifted dramatically in each word he spoke as if he was in a rush. As I walked through the door the floor creaked from plank to plank. From the light I emerged into a dark poorly lit room, with odd things in glass cases across the room. The floor was a dark dusty wood, it look as if not even a cockroach dared to step on it.

Now looking at this place filled with peculiar things painted with dust, no sane person would willingly come in here at its current state.

The man interrupted my thinking and said " The old gal an't how she used to be. After awhile mankind's fascination with the freakish and deadly treasures in here dried out."

"So what was this place a freak show?" I asked already knowing the answer.

"Is.. it is a museum of the dark stories of our world." I looked at him puzzlingly.

" It's a museum filled with cereal killer artifacts for short."

" Fun" I said knowing that mostly attractions like this were mostly filled with fake stuff.

"Just wait until you see our big attraction" He said eccentrically, relife overwelmend me knowing that it was still here. My promise would soon be complete.

I must have been silent for a long time because he snapped his fingers in my face.

"Oh sorry." I said trying to keep my cool and act normal.

"Don't worry about it. Now let's get to the business aspect of it." He said this very quick and urgently. At that moment I noticed that he was sweating like a pig, and his face was as red as fire.

I forgot he wanted me to pay for a ticket so I quickly said " Oh yeah sure, how much is a ticket?" as I was taking out my wallet.

"Twenty dollars please." He said this in pieces because he was coughing intensely.