And whilst I enjoyed most of the rather odd museum, there was one particular exhibit that actually had quite an adverse effect on me.
The electric chair.
On the third or fourth floor of the building is a faux torture-chamber with smoke, plastic chains and occasional screaming sound effects. You know the kind of thing; all a bit tacky and pleasantly Disney-Land-haunted-house-ish. That was all fine. But right in the centre of the exhibition was a fake electric chair, morbidly accessorised with a waxy figurine model of a man, its head harshly covered with a rough brown potato sack.
The idea is that you pull a lever near the chair, and it's meant to scare you a bit. Smoke steams out from the plastic wires, the model man gives violent shudders, there's a pre-recorded agonized scream, and that fizzy electricity noise that's supposed to be wires sparking.
Well maybe that's funny for some. Scary for others.
But for me, it provoked quite a different reaction. I immediately felt... awful.
I can't quite explain it, but the best I can do is that there was this huge, overwhelmingly powerful SURGE of dark, black energy which just came over me, and I felt AWFUL instantly. I'm not usually particularly religious, and I can't tell you how I know, but it was God.
"I have done something horribly, HORRIBLY wrong" I thought, appalled, the lever still in my hand. "This is SO wrong. How can I ever be forgiven? This is so terrible, I just don't know how I can ever make this okay"
I didn't say anything to my friend at the time, because we were having a nice day out and also I thought she might think it was a joke. She's lovely, but who wouldn't think it a little funny?
"PFFT YEAH RIGHT, YOU HAD A BLOODY RELIGIOUS EXPERIENCE WITH GOD IN RIPLEY'S MUSEUM! THAT'S HILARIOUS! NICE ONE, YOLANDA- NICE ONE!" she'd say, clutching her sides with laughter.
But in truth, the whole ordeal was quite distressing. I'm not sure what to make of it all. I'm convinced that the hugely powerful, highly charged, dark black feeling was God, although in no form that I could ever properly explain.
In terms of light entertainment, Ripley's wasn't exactly what I was looking for.
But it was certainly unforgettable- and not in a good way.
I thought I'd share that with you because it was an odd experience that I think I needed to talk about in some way. I'm honestly not that religious, so don't think I'm a nutter searching for the next messiah or anything weird! Comment below if you've got any questions about my terrifying experience, or if anything similar has ever happened to you!