The Enchanted Museum

We all know that one place that all our friends want to go see when they come visit. You've been there an untold number of times, and frankly, the shiny has worn off. You could recite the salient features and trivia in your sleep. You'd rather be strapped to a chair and forced to watch Manos: Hands of Fate on repeat for a day than go back. Under normal circumstances, your very same visiting friends would do the same thing to avoid an extended inspection of the topic, and yet... like a dark, unseen foe, it sneaks into their heads and lies in wait. It waits, ever so patiently, for the one question--"What do you want to do while you're here?"--and then it strikes. Black tentacles shoot forth, wrenching control of the vocal cords and jaws from they're owner's sane minds. Unable to control themselves, these unwitting victims utter the same sentence as so many before them. "Let's go to the Air and Space Museum."

The transformation is complete. Sane no longer, these zombies must submit to the necromantic summons and complete their ebon pilgrimage to the aeronautic ziggurat. Only then will the enchanted museum relinquish its control, but for how long?

Now the museum broods. Its obsidian mask frozen in dark contemplation. It waits. It waits for its next tragic victim to feel its icy compulsion, and to welcome them all to its splintery, steely maw.

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If you ever come see us, we don't want to go to the Air and Space Museum. Its fun for tourists; but only ONCE. We're done there. It was fun, but note the "was." If you want to go, we'll be glad to show you the way. We understand. The place has an enchantment. If you want to go someplace with us in tow, please consider the Museum of Natural History or the Zoo. Those are just plain fun.