Lost or Found
I’m lost. I know where I’m supposed to be, but everything here looks different.
Let me backtrack a bit for you. I was supposed to meet a friend at 2:30 at the corner of 5th and Main. We had agreed to meet there before joining our class on the field trip to the museum. The museum was the newly opened Museum of Supernatural and Unexplained Phenomenon. We had been looking forward to seeing this museum since it opened a month ago.
Instead of taking the school bus, my friend and I agreed to meet and walk to the museum together. We both hated school bus rides.
So here I am at what I thought was 5th and Main, and there is no sign of my friend. But something looks wrong. For one thing, the signs where it says 5th and Main are not written in the same font as all the other signs in the streets I’ve passed. And for another, there’s no traffic on what should be a well-traveled thoroughfare. There is no sign of my friend, who is known for being punctual.
So I’m guessing that I’m lost. I must have mixed up something about where we were meeting in my friend’s directions. I decide to walk to the museum myself, hoping to meet everyone. Maybe they can explain what’s going on.
As I near the museum, I notice another anomaly. Instead of a large modern building that should house the museum, there is a small shack with a hand-painted sign stating “Museum of Supernatural and Unexplained Phenomenon” and “Enter at your own risk!”
Okay, I ask you, if this is what happened to you, what would you do? Go back home right away. Pinch yourself to see if you’re dreaming. Go through the door and find out what is on the inside.
If you know anything about me, you’ll know that my curiosity as a storyteller and writer compels me to enter the shack.
I open the door and stare inside. All that is visible is a long, endless hallway. There appear to be multiple side doors to choose from throughout the hallway and faint images or shadows moving about.
Throwing caution to the wind, I take a deep breath and step through the door…
