Personal Narrative: My Trip To The Museum Of Death

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The Museum of Death in Hollywood California is the world 's largest collection of serial murderer artwork. Even though is a small museum, there are nine rooms full of curious things. The self-guided tour lasts about an hour. There is a 15 dollar admission fee, but totally worth it. There are some things that are not allowed inside the museum. For example, taking pictures, eating, drinking and touching the relics. There is no age limit for the Museum of Death, but it is better the mature audience. I strongly recommend the guests to come with an open mind, and probably an empty stomach. In all honesty, the Museum of Death is not for the faint-hearted. As soon as I arrived at the museum, I could see the portal to the world of the dead. It was easy to say that I was in the …show more content…

Throughout the tour, I notice that a few people feel uncomfortable. Especially when they passed through a wall full of gore photos. There were photographs in one hallway of a woman who had killed and castrated her husband with her boyfriend 's help. To tell the truth, these photos clearly disturb; Even more with the warning that accompanied the pictures saying "watch out for such girlfriends." Clearly, the entire atmosphere of the gallery easily gives one the sense that death is near. Especially, when I get into the car accident room. Under those circumstances, I started to think that we all can die in the blink of an eye. During the tour, there were also reports about suicides. There were people like Adolf Hitler, Jim Jones and the famous singer Kurt Cobain. Evidently, the museum could not miss information about the serial killer Charles Manson. There was a completely room dedicated to him. There were crime photos, a quilt made by family members, video footage of old interviews and more. Oddly enough, there were serial killer action figures. I was shocked because I had no idea that these types of items were even manufactured for the