Wow. This is SO boring. Why did I even agree to come to this stupid museum? Oh right, because I had nothing better to do. That's just sad. I might be interested if this was a regular art museum but seriously, wax sculptures? How much weirder can you get?

"Come on hun, or the tour will leave without you."

I looked over at my mum with longing in my eyes.

"Oh ok, here's $10" she said handing over the money, "go get an ice-cream or something."

Meh, good enough "thanks mum"

I wondered off looking for some sort of edible sustenance, after turning a few corners I realised I was lost.

"Oh just great, where's the café?

Thinking I recognised one of the more ridiculous looking sculptures I headed towards it only to realise there were more hallways.

"Why does this always happen to me?"

"You're telling me."

"Huh? Who was that?"

"Oh no, I thought you were talking to me."

"What? Who's me?" I turned but the only person near me was the wax sculpture.

"I am in a lot of trouble... but I guess they wouldn't even know since they forgot about me."

Oh my god, I couldn't believe it. The sculpture was talking.

"Must be automated or something."

"Oh uh... yes! Yes I am."

"Wait, how do you understand me then?"

"Uh, I can't."

"Yes you can"

"No I can't"

I read the name plate.

Phil Lynott - Lead Singer of Thin Lizzy.

1980 - 1983

"Are you Phil?"

"No. Well yes I am but uh... I mean... beep end of transmission"

"Right...well uh, I'm Becca" this was so weird, why am I so chill with this? I should be freaking out right now.

"Beeeeeep."

"How are you... You know, alive?"

"I'm not."

"Cut the act, it's pretty obvious you are."

"Ok, I am but if a mortal finds out about me I'll probably be destroyed."

"Why? You won't explode will you?" I took a hesitant step back.

"What? Oh, no. at least I hope not."

"So you haven't answered me. How come you're alive?"

"Well why can't I be? You're alive. I think you're being a little selfish."

"Well of course I'm alive. I'm not made of wax. Now stop stalling and please just explain this to me."

"I uh, we shouldn't even be talking. I have to go now."

"Go where? You're made of wax." I can't believe I'm actually arguing with a statue.

He sighed. Clearly I was getting to him.

"Ok, fine. I used to be a door. Well, not a door but I stood in front of the door and let people in and out of the door, so kinda like a door but not an actual door."

"Uh... ok. But that still hasn't answered my question."

"Well it was a very special door."

"Wait, was this at the old museum? Where did the door go to? Why were you in front of it? And how can you talk?"

"You ask a lot of questions."

"And you answer none of them."

"Ok fine I-"

"HEY!"

I jumped and looked around. A burly security guard was charging towards me.

"Oh uh sorry, I got lost." I looked back at Phil, he was back to being frozen.

"Museums closed."

"Really? Already?"

"Yes. Now get out."

"Ok, sure but one problem, I'm a little lost"

He turned and pointed at a bright neon arrow that said café. "Head that way. The café is right next to the entrance."

How did I miss that?

"Right, thanks."

I waited for him to leave so I could finish talking to the statue but he just stood there watching me. So with a sigh I turned and hurried away. As I rounded the corner I ran into a bad smelling man wearing a long trench coat and hat pulled low over his face, carrying a chilli bin.

He stumbled a little but continued on the way I had come.

"Sorry but I think the museums closed, the guy just-"I gasped.

After his stumble his hat had been knocked loose and I saw his face. It was a sickly green colour and looked partly decomposed, a large chunk of his nose was missing and there were several gashes on his cheek.

I backed away "oh my god."

He quickly pulled his hat back over his face. "I have a serious disease" he said almost automatically.

"I'm so sorry, what disease is it? It's not contagious is it?"

"It's called uh… bad...skin…itis. Yeah."

"Badskinitis?"

"Yes. It was discovered by Dr Badskin."

This wasn't really making any sense but his smell was making me gag so I decided to leave him be.

As I turned to leave I was grabbed by a man in a long black coat.

"Hey lemme go!"

He ignored me. Instead he turned to the idiot with the bad skin.

"What are you doing? I said to make sure the museum was empty first!"

"I thought it was!" he replied.

"Never send a zombie to do a necromancers job" he muttered to himself.

Necromancer? Zombie? He must be joking.

But what little of the man's face I could see under his hood told me he was dead serious.

Oh god. He's not joking. The idiot is a zombie.

"What's going on?" I cried but once again I was ignored as the hooded man searched my pockets and pulled out my cell phone. "I'll be taking this" he said as he slipped it into his coat.

Then he dragged me over to where Phil and I saw his eyes open with surprise at me being captured.

"I thought you were mortal? What are you doing with a necromancer?"

"Not the time Phil" I replied.

"Did you tell them I was still active?"

"I don't even know them!"

The zombie looked confused. "Who is this girl?"

"I don't know but she may be of use to us yet." The hooded man replied.

Now I was scared.

"Look my mum's probably looking for me so I should just-"

"Shut it."

I decided that I didn't like this hooded man.

"Now Phil, you're going to tell us everything you know about the Sanctuary."

"I don't know what you're talking about"

"Yes you do Phil. The Sanctuary, the place where all the important sorcerers come and go. You used to be their door."
So that was the door he was talking about.

"I'm no longer connected to the Sanctuary."
"My sources tell me otherwise."

"What's going on? I can't see anything!" I muffled cry came from the zombies chilli bin.

"What's in there?" I asked. Things just kept getting weirder and weirder.

"Thrasher! Take me out!"

"Your name is Thrasher?" I asked incredulously. "You don't look like a Thrasher."

"Well it hasn't always been Thrasher, that's just my zombie name" he said as he opened the chilli bin. I was all out of gasps by then but what I saw was just too weird. A head. A human head.

It looked at me.

"Who's this?"

"I am the Killer Supreme and I am asking the questions here."

"Actually I am asking the questions here" said the necromancer, he turned to me.

"Who are you?"

"That's the same question" I said.

He glared at me. "If you will be uncooperative then I will be forced to take drastic measures."

This guy was serious. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a movement in the shadows. I turned but there was no one there. Then suddenly the necromancer flicked his wrist and the shadows moved and formed sharp spears that came hurtling towards me stopping right at my throat.

I screamed. "What is going on!"

He lowered his hood to reveal his face. It had a ridiculous goatee.

"I am Dragonclaw, mighty necromancer and you will obey me."

I know there were dozens of lethal spears at my throat but I couldn't resist.

"Your name is Dragonclaw? Seriously? Did your mother hate you?"

"Watch your tongue girl, now tell us how you know about the link."

"What link? I have absolutely no idea what is going on."

"What is your name?"

"I... I don't think I should tell you."

"So you don't have a name yet."

"What? I have a name"

"Then tell me."

"Sorry my mother told me not to give information to strangers. Especially ones with ridiculous beards."

The daggers pressed into my neck.

"You will tell me now"

I thought quickly of a fake name to give him.

"My name is... Uuuh..."

I looked over at one of the sculptures of a busty blonde singer yelling into a mic.

Samantha Fox

(1980 – 2010)

"I'm Samantha."

"Ok Samantha, now tell me everything you know about this sculpture."

"I don't really know anything ok? I was just lost in the museum and we ended up chatting."

"You were chatting with a sculpture?" asked Thrasher.

"He talked first!"

"Actually you did." Interjected Phil

"Well I didn't know you would answer!"

"So you were talking to yourself?" said Thrasher

"Look I'm not the weird one here. You're a zombie. You're a zombie head. And you have a ridiculous name and goatee to match."

"Enough!" roared Dragonclaw.

"If she is useless then maybe we should just dispose of her." The shadow-spears dug deeper into my throat and I felt blood trickle down my neck.

"But she was talking to the statue, maybe she knows something." Said the zombie head.

"Hey, I have a name you know, you don't need to keep referring to me as the statue."

The spears receded but stayed hovering at neck level.

"Ok then Phil, tell us everything about the Sanctuary."

"I told you, I'm not connected to them anymore. I was cut off when it was vaporised."

"I don't believe you. I think that you still get some of the messages that they send out." Several more shadow spears appeared, this time pointing at Phil.

"And I only need to know two things. Where is the emergency back entrance and where they are keeping Meloncholia St Claire?"