Museum of lost items

 As I drive down the road snow falling I start yawning.  Tired, I start looking for a place to stop and get some rest. I stop at a random building in the middle of nowhere. The building was tall and had socks hanging from some of the window seals. The yard was covered with random decorations, flamingo's, gnomes, Christmas tree’s, Halloween decor and much more. I followed a brick path to the door and I saw a sign that said museum of lost things. I opened the door and walked into a room filled up to the ceiling with a random assortment of things. I walked carefully around to not knock over anything. There were mismatched shoes, socks, random books, boxes, lamps, couches, and things that looked like they just fell out of a car or truck and they just grabbed it off the side of the road and threw it in here. I called out for the owner or anyone that worked there but nothing. I continue to walk through looking and admiring everything there was a strange blissfulness to it. Silence surrounded me as I found myself just wandering the maze-like museum. I found myself at the back of the museum ... .I couldn't really tell where I was or how long I've been walking. It felt like a never ending maze but now I stand in front of a door that has emerald green paint on it. As I opened the door it led to a huge library with what seemed like a billion books in it but in the middle of the room there was a desk on top of an emerald green colored rug. There was a fireplace behind it. The beautiful red and yellow from the fireplace illuminated the room. A small desk lamp on the edge of the desk lit up the surface of the desk. There was a lady sitting at the desk. She seemed a little older with some strands of gray hair reflecting off the lamp light. I cleared my throat to get her attention. She looked slightly startled by my presence. 

“Excuse me, I apologize for the interruption but I was wondering if you had a room I could stay in for just tonight. It’s very cold outside and I’m exhausted. I promise not to be a bother” I say in an exhausted voice, my body leaning against the doorframe. My mind trying to stay awake. 

The old lady smiled kindly “Of course dear but I don't have an extra room but feel free to sit in that chair over there next to the fireplace and get some rest,” she pointed toward a big emerald green chair next to the fireplace.

 I walked over and slumped down into it, getting comfortable. I woke up the next morning not realizing I had fallen asleep. I sit up and stretch, the fireplace now out but lamps around the room lighting the entire room because there's no windows for sunlight to get in. I look around noticing she’s gone. I stand up feeling odd and drowsy. As I take steps forward my feet feel heavy and my sight blurry. I look down at the old lady’s desk noticing a book open though my eyesight blurry. I leaned over the desk and I noticed an empty syringe on the desk and then I looked closer at the book. The words were blurry but the big picture in the middle of the page was clear. It was a picture of the human veins. All of a sudden everything went black I felt myself fall hitting my head on the hard solid wood desk cracking my head open. I was awake on the floor as blood leaked out of my head. I knew what was happening but I couldn't feel anything. My body heavy and numb, my eyesight fading in and out and my hearing disappearing. Then everything went black. 

Creak step step step the old lady looked down at the dead body and the blood now staining her wood floors. She took a left shoe and the right sock from the body and put the sock on a window seal and the shoe in one of the many piles outside the library. She took the glasses off the body and also put them in the pile. She then drug the body slowly outside and behind the museum. 

“Great another halloween decoration” the old lady thought to herself as she walked back in the museum. Finding her way back to the library she saw a young woman in the museum “I guess there's a sale on halloween decor” she thought as she approached the young girl.