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| - Hello yelp! and hopefully Zak (the tour guide said you supposedly read these...)
I would like to say I loved the muesum. I could spend hours there looking at every little thing you have collected. However, the one thing I didn't like (But understand due to the museums popularity) is the feeling of being rushed in and out like cattle. I love to observe, to admire and to soak in everything around me. I may even pay extra just to have that time. I have this obsession with Charles Manson and I really wish I could have really and I mean really read all the things you have of his. Im fascinated by serial killers and this muesum is your fix, if your given the time to dwell and marvel.
On another note though, please be advised that spirits may follow you home. I took that as a joke when I signed the waiver, thinking this is a crock of shit. It didn't help that my fiance is a douche bag and tried to antagonize the spirits with a determination to bring one home. Before we visited the muesum, we already have one at home, Timmy, as we call him. He says in our 4th bedroom. We moved into a new home and no one can stay in that room due to a weird energy in that room. We have things go missing randomly then reappear weeks later far from where they were lost. Assuming Timmy is a child and we humor him with giving him his space and talking to him.
But anyways, the muesum tour challenges you to do somethings that may cause a spirit to attach or have some effect on you. Of course, our ignorant asses did said challenges. The whole tour I had a massive headache and I just dismissed it. The tour was very entertaining but I would pay more for more time.
The next day we flew home back to Albuquerque. I was jet lag, so I decided to take a nap. I was asleep for maybe 30 minutes and I woke up startled, in my dream I met someone at the top of a stair way in old fashioned clothes, 3 people, a male and 2 females, one in a pink dress. All 3 of them looked me in the eye and said she's here. I woke up gasping for air. I have honestly never felt fear like that. The following weeks for me have been hell. I have had the relationship with parents crumble to nothing, my co-workers have turned against me (no I'm not some raving psycho bitch) and I can't stop thinking about Peggy. I have this fascination with her. I left that muesum feeling different... Peggy sticks with me to this day. I see her face constantly, I feel her anger.
I hope you read this Zak.
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