The Museum of Erotic WitchCraft

It was a day like any other, actually it was worse than any other day. Norton at the age of 26 has lost his job. Working at his dead end job for five years he finally made a mistake big enough for him to be fired. Technically it wasn't his fault, they brought in a new guy and to make a long story short the new guy damaged some company owned prroperty under his direct supervision. "Crap," he said to himself while walking back to his car, "How am I supposed to pay rent this month?" As he made it to his door handle he noticed a flyer stuck in his window. In gothic red and black lettering it said, "COME ONE COME ALL TO THE NEW MUSEUM OF EROTIC WITCHCRAFT." As he continued reading he was able to get the address and realized it wasn't too far from his apartment. "Hell," he thought to himself, "might as well, it has been a shitty day and I need a day to gather my thoughts."

He makes it home and quickly showers and throws on a change of cloths before grabbing a bag of chips and walking out of the door. Even though he lived in the city for years he never actually seen to much of it other than downtown and the road to work so he was easily shocked at how beautiful the more historic part of town where the museum was located looked. Driving about half a mile further he noticed a barely visible sign next to a dirt road saying "Museum of Witchcraft" in crudely carved letters. "Well, it is a museum of witchcraft so they definately got the scary part down.