I'm usually known for writing romance stories, but I thought I'd give a more paranormal story a try. I hope you enjoy! Please leave a review if you could. This will be a multi-chapter story, just FYI. Also, I can't remember if any episodes of the X Files included a story in Kansas, so if it did, then just consider my story happening before that episode. There is no actual timeline for this fan fic, other than it doesn't happen in the very beginning.
Scully walked into the shared basement office to Mulder sitting at the desk, head bowed, looking over some documents. It felt like any other day of the week.
"Good morning Scully," he said, not looking up from his work.
"So what case are we working on today?" she asked, setting her belongings down on a shelf next to a stack of books.
Mulder looked up. "We're headed to Kansas, Scully. There's a pioneer museum there where two employees have mysteriously died while on the job. And another employee claims to have seen a ghost. It's right up our ally."
"A pioneer museum?" Scully asked.
"Yeah, the Wild West, the Oregon trail, the log cabin days," Mulder grinned.
Scully rolled her eyes. "I get it. I just can't believe a museum like that is our case. But then again, I guess I can believe anything these days. When do we leave?"
"I booked two flights out for 2pm today. We will probably be there at least through tomorrow afternoon," he said.
"I guess I'll go back home and pack," Scully sighed. She wished Mulder had thought to call her before she came all the way to work.
"What about our emergency stash of supplies?" Mulder got up and walked over to a cabinet a few feet away from the desk. He opened it, revealing a small duffel bag.
Scully sighed. "I forgot to restock it after the last time we used it."
"I'll pick you up at noon," he said, smiling uncomfortably, feeling bad she had to go home now.
Two minutes til noon, Mulder arrived at Scully's apartment. She let him in and then she went to the kitchen to grab a couple of granola bars to put in her purse. She adjusted the thermostat and then they were on their way.
The flight was uneventful, thankfully. Scully had even gotten in a brief nap. As they drove to their motel, Mulder struck up a conversation about how he had never been to Kansas before.
"It's about the only state I haven't been to," he said.
"I haven't been here either," Scully said, looking out the window at the unexciting landscape along the road. "I'm not too impressed so far."
Mulder chuckled and made a left turn into the motel parking lot. It was a one story exterior corridor motel, probably built in the late 1950's. The doors were painted a sickly green color and the roof was in desperate need of replacement. Scully had expected nothing less. The Bureau never provided a big budget for accommodations. Poor Mulder tried his best to get the least worse place when he made their reservations but he never really knew how a place would actually be.
After they got settled in, they headed to the museum. It was a brief, ten minute drive from the motel.
A Mr. Peterson greeted them at the front desk and directed them to a small office where the general manager, a Mrs. Lipton, was sitting at an oak desk. She did not say a word after Mr. Peterson introduced them.
Mulder and Scully awkwardly sat down on the two chairs across from Mrs. Lipton. The woman still hadn't spoken yet.
Mulder exhaled deeply and began by explaining why they were here and asked if they could please take a look at the areas where the bodies had been found.
Mrs. Lipton unenthusiastically got up and led them to a large room with a big movie screen on the wall. There were about 30 red, plush seats placed in an angled fashion which gave the appearance of a small movie theater.
"James Smith was the first victim, and he was found slumped in this chair," Mrs. Lipton pointed at the second chair from the left in the front row. A large sheet was draped over the chair.
"We haven't used this theater since it happened," she explained.
"Understandable," Scully nodded her head.
"The other employee who died, Elizabeth St. Clair, was found on the cafeteria floor. It happened more recently, as you know, and that is when we closed the museum semi-permanently," she told them, leading them down the hall.
After they took a good look around the cafeteria, Scully could feel the effects of the large size iced tea she had ordered at lunch and asked where the restrooms were.
As she walked to the restroom, she passed by a room filled with artifacts from the late 1800's. A life-size wagon was set up so that small children could sit in it for pictures if the parents so wished. Many black and white pictures of pioneer families were hung up on the walls. Scully noticed a small door in the back of the room and walked over to it. She thought maybe it was an area kids could play in, but she was wrong. She opened the door and realized it was a small tunnel that lead to who knows where. Was it possible the killer had hid in here before attacking his or her victims?
She was able to crawl into the tunnel and she scooted towards the end of it. Before she got to the end, there was a huge flash of bright light and she heard a loud roaring sound. The light and noise lasted about 10 seconds and then suddenly ended as quickly as it had begun. Scully gasped. Before her eyes, the entire scenery had changed. Before, it was simply a dark room, little light coming in from a skylight above it. Now it was an open field, grass everywhere, and a blazing sun shining down. What the hell had just happened?