Man, Vegas is different when you travel alone. You realize just how cruel the city that never sleeps can be to a single girl. I was a traveler, born to explore the world. I left home at the age 18, bought a VW bus, decided to take road trips and never looked back. I traveled for months at a time before returning to my quaint apartment in Washington.
I was 19 years old at the time, stopping in Vegas to tour the many museums Vegas was home to. The Mob Museum, The Titanic Museum, The Neon Museum to name a few. I was going to be sure to also visit the supposed "Haunted Museum". I read several different reports that told of paranormal activity that went on there but was always kind of skeptic of the paranormal.
It was the beginning of February. A Friday, the 6th. Love was in the air, Valentine's just a few days away. I would be visiting my last stop before heading home. Zak Bagan's Haunted Museum, live and in person. Like I said before, I was skeptic. I watched Ghost Adventures here and there but wasn't the most avid fan. All I knew was that every single person I talked to in Vegas told me I needed to check it out, just to say I went.
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There You'll Be
FanfictionA weekend fling in the good ole' LV leads to an unexpected secret that Evelyn doesn't know how long she can keep.
