#Torture Museum

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The Torture Museum Private Collection shows people just how much suffering humanity can inflict in terms of punitive power when concentrated in the hands of fanatics, madmen, and tyrants. Based on historical documents and engravings, we have displayed the unprecedentedly cruel atmosphere that prevailed throughout most of the Middle Ages...

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Went to St. Augustine for some Medieval torture museum fun 🤪

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Medieval Torture Museum, 6757 Hollywood Blvd, Los Angeles (Hollywood), CA 90028

For “death positive” people or those who are interested in torture, the Medieval Torture Museum provides an interesting, informative look at torture across the world. The exhibition is 7,000 square feet of basement space, spanning several darkly lit rooms. The rooms look like dungeons and the music is appropriate for the setting.

I went to a torture museum a long time ago and this one does offer some improvements. Thanks to technology, they have an audio guide app. The audio guide has 56 snippets, about one minute per recording, which provides more information about the exhibits. I do highly recommend that you use the audio guide as it provides much more detail than the posted signs. The audio clips describe who invented the torture device, how it works, how it feels to the person being tortured, when and where it was used, etc. There are also stories that accompany the figurines (polymer and silicone models of people being tortured).

The exhibition is interactive. You can touch the exhibits, put on a mask used to torture people, etc. The fake fires actually were warm. I don’t think any of the devices are authentic but they’re more like movie props. The devices include the Nuremberg Maiden, electric chair, shackles, Cradle of Judah, several types of guillotines, pendulum, Sicilian Bull, Bloody Eagle, pillory, rack, masks of shame, brands, etc.

The app also includes a ghost hunting experience that we did not try out.

The Medieval Torture Museum is very close to other museums like the Wax Museum, Icons of Darkness, and Ripley’s Believe It or Not. We found discounted tickets on Groupon, $27 each (vs. $42.96 list). They put some effort into the exhibition, so it’s better than most. Expect to spend about 90 minutes there. The gift shop isn’t very good. They sell a lot of skull mugs and cups. I didn’t see any gifts that had to do with torture.

[dimidesan]

Hello my spooky bats!! 🦇🦇

Here's part 2 of my Romania Trip. Time to discover Bran's (Dracula) Castle and it's Chamber of Torture. Will then listen to some awesome tunes at ''Gothic Romania's Show'' and finally i have a few shootings from the ''Antipa National Museum''.

Enjoy!!

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*Note: this was meant to be posted one year ago during my trip to Chicago, but then life happened, I guess. I'll try to catch up over the next few days.*

Chapter 6: The Brown Line

Tuesday, August 16th 2022

10:26 AM

I have managed to loop the block trying to walk to a sandwich shop, turning right out of Union Station when I should have hanged a left. It seemed that everyone along the sidewalk was very sharply dressed in business attire. I will have to assimilate later. I wasn't able to change into something fresh with my clothes stowed in the baggage car on the trip up here.

10:32 AM

I'm sitting in a Potbelly sandwich shop, eating an Italian Sandwich with hot sport peppers and pickles. This is quite a tasty sandwich, and much better than anything on the train anyway. I will consider coming back here another time.

After finishing my meal, I walk up to the cashier and ask about the restroom. He tells me the restrooms are out of order. That won't do, so I leave on a new quest. I'll try to take one of the trains to my next location. There's the red line, the brown line, and the blue line. Maybe more, but I didn't take a close enough look on Google maps.

11:07 AM

Somehow, I have gotten myself lost. I guess that's what I get for not planning every aspect of this trip. I still need to use the restroom at this point. While I could have just gone back inside Union Station, by this point I had already made it to the Underground. Waiting outside the stairs to the blue line was a bus, idling patiently. No surprise to myself, the Underground Theme from Mario Bros plays in my head. What's going to be down there waiting for me? Will there be rats? Thieves? Generally mean people? Goombas? Turns out it's nobody. Not even someone to tell me what to do.

I figured to slap my phone against the reader on the turnstile to pay the fee. I hear a click, and move forward, lifting my suitcase up and over the steel bars of the now locked turnstile. Facing me now is a gate with a revolving door. I pull my luggage through, but the corner of the luggage gets stuck in the door, and now someone is behind me looking very disappointed and annoyed. Pushing back and then forward frees my duffle bag and bulky green suitcase, and I step through. I apologize, but he rolls his eyes at me. Hard! Oh he meant that!

There are only two directions to go, so I walk right and head up the stairs, ending up in front of the same idling bus from a few minutes ago. Well, that was pointless! Consider that fare a $5 a tip, Chicago.

11:30 AM

Frustrated and too embarrassed to take the steps back down to the Underground, I take a different approach. I take a good, hard, look at my Google maps app and walk in the direction it tells me to. However, it's not too long before the weight of my bag and suitcase becomes unbearable. I sit on a garden wall near a styrofoam plate of half eaten food and order an Uber. My stomach growls and I am stricken with panic. I will have to squeeze.

11:45

Although the app didn't have a good lock on my location, my driver found me. Venancio, My Uber driver, listens to me talk about my struggle with the revolving door. I doubt he understood my ramblings--very few do-- but he did get me to the Medieval Torture Museum, so I tip him well.

Sweating profusely at this point, I buy a ticket and leave my luggage with the clerk. This was a self-guided tour, so first thing I did was guide myself just past the brazen bull to the restrooms. Some sort of device used to constrain male genitalia let me know I was in the correct room.

Ah, sweet relief! After doing my business, I kill some time looking at the bloodied dummy corpses and twisted iron instruments used for torture. I can't believe humans are this sick. It truly takes a disturbed individual to come up with these kinds of things. Many of the devices and methods I saw where implemented in the name of religion.

3:24 PM

After grabbing coffee and a donut, I consider taking the brown line to the hostel I booked. However, dreading the underground, I decide to take a bus instead. Feeling bedraggled by my burdensome luggage, I decide to find the 151. "Excuse my sir, can you--", I hear to my right as I pass a woman in her early 20's. I take a sneaky look back at heMy time in New Orleans has prepared me for people on the street asking for change or trying to lure me into an alley. Which is to say, I move with purpose and avoid eye contact. It doesn't feel very good to do, but it does some me some time and helps ensure my safety in some situations.

A bus ride, and another walk later, I step inside the Chicago Getaway Hostel. Friendly faces greet me from behind the large white desk. The two gentleman take a deposit from me, tell me about the continental breakfast, the common kitchen, and the foosball table. In the lounge there are several tables and long sofas for sitting, a pool table, a foosball table, and den with a TV. Attached on the opposite end of the lounge is the kitchen. Guests are allowed to cook in the kitchen before Midnight.

I take the keycard from one of them and ride the elevator up to the third floor where my room is. There is plenty of space for one person, and the room is modestly decorated with a minimalist but mature approach. I like it. There is a red racing stripe along windowed wall, and stencils of cassette tapes on the wall nearest the bunk bed that I have all to myself.

3:30 PM

I'm in the bathroom now. I brought with me a change of clothes, my toiletries, and a fresh towel. Upon my disrobing, I notice, to my horror, a thin brown stripe running down the crack of my white shorts. Oh my god! How long had I been walking around like this? Had people been staring at me and I hadn't noticed? Standing nude, I bring the shorts up to my face to sniff them. I wince as I brace for the worst, but all I can smell is dirt and the light musty odor of having sat in a train for 16 hours. Were they like this on the train? How many of my 5 hours of walking around downtown chicago did I have a brown stain on my shorts? I washed them off in the sink. Whatever if was, it came out very easily. Crisis averted? Maybe nobody noticed. At the very least, nobody would remember me.

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Taylor Swift has donated a signed TTPD guitar to The GRAMMY Museum Foundation! x

[twinsfawn]

they put me in the damn pillory again smh :/

[divno]

I chose this cyclone with you

- The tortured poets department by Taylor Swift

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“so high school” is the most steve harrington song ever ♡

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The Medieval Torture Museum in Chicago, IL

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House of Frankenstein Wax Museum Lake George, New York (1977 postcard)

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MIDNIGHT MUSEUM THE SERIES | EPISODE 7

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