CHAPTER 2

Wax World

I looked around at the many columns of Wax models of famous people, infamous criminals and there were even some animals here and there.

They all seemed to be staring at me. I walked down the US Presidents column for a while looking around to try and catch a glimpse of whatever had been on this floor. If it was even here.

After I reached the brick wall at the opposite end of this column I slipped between two presidents into the criminals section.

The wax models all looked as if they were leaning into me, and there wasn't much light in here making it even more creepy. The shadows of the models stretched eerily over him and around him.

A strange cold breeze blew through the room as I slowly walked up the column. The shadows seemed to move of their own accord and it made searching a bit confusing. Then a dark figure flitted between Bonny and Clyde.

I quickly grabbed my torch and shone it between the famous criminals and quickly advanced, pushing down my fears.

But when I spun around them there was nothing there, then a loud bang alerted my attention to a few columns down.

I ran over to the column and shone my torch down both ways. There was nothing but there was a wax figure that had been knocked over, its face and shoulder melted off.

Then I heard another loud bang and twirled around as it had just gotten darker. The door was shut. I ran over to it and grabbed the knob.

I quickly recoiled from the door when my hand got burnt. The door was burning hot! I quickly grabbed the knob, ignoring the pain and swung the door open.

Surprisingly it worked. I looked around but the figure was gone. But there was a sign something was here.

Before I had even stood upon the steps and they were completely normal, now there was something dripping down it and not stopping or slowing even though it should've. It was blood.

I blinked and then amazingly it was gone, not a trace anything had been there.

I blinked several times then proceeded up the steps, to the third floor.

When I reached the top there was someone staring over the banister. It was a girl, she looked to be somewhere in her teens around my age (13, I got this job for the money), in an old fashioned dirty white dress that went down to about half way down her shins. She had black hair that reached just under her shoulder blades, was straight and had the shine of wet hair, and her nails were untrimmed and also black. She had no shoes on.

She turned around when I took my foot of the top stair and was fully on the third floor. She had a pretty face except for her eyes, which were deep black and seemed to take some light away from everything around her. The black did not show any reflection or any light.

Her eyes opened wider as she stared at me, then they turned from surprise to cold hate. She took a step towards me and I inched my way along the wall towards a door, she could easily catch me going down the stairs, I thought so I just went to the door, I would barricade it and call the Police from my cell phone.

When I laid my hand on the handle she lunged at me with her arms outstretched. She grabbed my arms and dug her nails in. I flailed around and tried to push her off. She bit at me. I yelped in pain as I felt her teeth dig into my skin.

We struggled over to the banister and she shoved me hard into the wood without letting go. A sharp pain struck in my lower back and made its way up through my shoulder blades. She kicked at me and I moved out of her way. She crashed right through the banister and fell, but she hadn't let go of my arms yet, and she dragged me with her.

I managed to grab the banister and tried to drag her back up or shake her off.

She was halfway back up when the blood returned. I slipped on it and was dragged down off the floor. I tried to scramble back up but I was dragged down off the edge. I managed to grab the edge of the floor but I was dangling a long way up, and my hands were sweaty. The girl slipped off my hands and grabbed onto my legs, digging her nails in.

My fingers started to slip off and the girl snarled. She held on tighter and I felt blood start to trickle out in the places her nails dug into my skin.

One by one my fingers on my left hand slipped off; when my fifth and final finger slipped off I started to struggle against the girls grip. She snarled again and bit into my leg.

As she did my only hand remaining on the cold stone floor jerked away in pain, and I started to fall. I fell right past the second floor crashing hard into the lobby far below.

This was my last experience, I thought it was the end, I would soon see the light at the end of the tunnel, but I didn't, I saw only darkness for a while, then a shape came into view.

It was the girl. But she didn't look angry anymore, she looked happy. She had a smile on her face. She was the same other than that. Except for her eyes, which instead of black were now light blue, the same as mine.

She offered her hand to me, and I thought this is it, I can either take it and stay here forever, or I can run away and live a life of nothing but pitch black. I don't know how I knew this, I just did. I quickly stared around for the light that just might lead me on, but there was none.

I grabbed her hand and got to my feet. What was staying in a really big museum forever with someone to wandering a world of nothing without any company?