Our first Forensics Club outing to the True Crime Museum in Hastings

Sitting on the bus as we drive towards Hastings, I can’t help but feel excited. Even though we are indeed going to look at some of the most famously disturbed humans, it is morbidly fascinating. Though, I can’t quite place why. Murder shouldn’t, in general, be something interesting, but it is. The brain is so fantastically complex that seeing it malfunction in so many different ways is something to be in awe of. We walk into the museum - a tight squeeze, given there are thirty one of us and only a smallish doorway, but we manage. The place is instantly intriguing, from the satanist cut-out to the makeshift lab outside the toilet. The first thing - an electric chair. Yes, literally. I am the

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