Author's Note: The most horrifying story up to date…except maybe the Belgium one (read it if you hadn't done so). Also, for any Rob Sterling devotees, I didn't follow Sterling's ending for this story because I really liked this one better.

This story is especially noted for violence and psychological horror. Don't say I didn't warn you .

Have fun…in the Twilight Zone.

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Murder Most Foul

A Hetalia Axis Powers / Twilight Zone story

Based on the episode The New Exhibit

Starring…

Natalia – Belarus

Nathaniel – Nyo Belarus

Yekaterina - Ukraine

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"Natalia Arlovskaya, a friend of an owner of a closing wax museum. She ponders the reasons why ordinary people are driven to commit mass murder. What Miss Arlovskaya does not know is that the groundwork has already been laid for her own special kind of madness and torment - found only in the Twilight Zone."

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Natalia was sadly looking at the last of the wax museum's figures with the owner of this respected building.

The man sighed as he looked around at his priceless collection of people, who were all frozen in stylistic poses.

"I wish it could've stayed open longer," he muttered to himself. "It was an amazing place."

"Now, it's going to be some dingy-old flea market…"

As Natalia was looking at the collection, she wanted to ask the owner, who was also a dear friend, a favor.

"The wax figures in the Murder Hall," she asked curiously. "May I have them?"

He shrugged.

"I guess so," he responded as he stared at a figure of a celebrity. "It's not like I need them anymore…"

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Nathaniel was coming home from work when he saw a giant moving truck in the front of his house.

"The hell?" he thought to himself as he parked the car and walked out. "It's not like my wife buys whole stores…"

As he looked closer, he gasped as Natalia was helping the moving company employees take the figure of Jack the Ripper out of the truck and moving them to their underground basement,

"Dear God," he muttered to himself as he attempted to reason with his wife why such figures are, in his opinion, distasteful in the house. "Why does she like grotesque things so much?"

"I'll keep them in the basement," she answered with an innocent expression when Nathaniel questioned her about her decision. "May I please keep them?"

"Please?"

At that, she kissed Nathaniel in the lips so passionately that he didn't have the heart to decline her request.

"Fine," he said as they both went into the house as the moving truck pulled out of their driveway.

"After all, it's not like they can do anything horrible…"

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That night, Nathaniel woke up to the sound of knocking from the basement.

"Damn pipes," he thought as he slowly pulled out a flashlight from the drawer and gingerly exited the bedroom.

"Better fix them before they burst again."

He went downstairs into the basement and saw that the pipes were, in fact, fine.

"What was that sound, then?" he asked himself as he was searching the room for any signs of noise.

As he frantically searched, Nathaniel suddenly turned around and went face-to-face with the wax figure of Jack the Ripper, who was wearing an unnerving grin on his face and carrying a knife in his right hand.

Nathaniel was about to scream, but instead laugh.

"It's just a stupid wax figure," he said as he turned around to search for the noise. However, before he even took one step, Jack's knife plunged into Nathaniel's belly and he screamed as he was continually being stabbed by the wax figure.

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Hearing her husband scream, Natalia woke up and took a pistol from the drawer for security reasons.

She went downstairs and saw that the door to the basement was open.

"No," she thought as she went downstairs. "The wax figures are going to melt."

As she entered, she, to her horror, saw that her husband was on the ground in a puddle of his own blood with the figure of Jack Ripper looming over him with a bloody right hand.

Instead of screaming, though, she giggled to herself as she cleaned the figure's right arm with a towel that was lying on a nearby table.

"Mr. Ripper," Natalia playfully scolded as she cleaned. "I know it is your penchant to murder, but that has to stop."

"Okay?"

She giggled again as she went to the now-still body of Nathaniel and looked at it closely.

"Now what am I going to do with you, dear husband?" she thought hard as she looked into his glassed-over eyes and his gaping mouth, which was frozen in his last scream.

Then, she got an idea.

Natalia, in a wild frenzy, started to rip the panels of the basement floor off, revealing a small opening where she could place a body in.

"Perfect," she thought to herself as she lowered Nathaniel's corpse into the opening and, once she heard that his body hit the bottom, put the planks back in their places.

"Good," she thought as she quickly left the basement and tried to get some sleep. "I solved the problem."

"I think…"

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In the morning,Natalia was humming to herself when she heard the doorbell ring.

"I wonder who that could be?" she thought to herself as she slowly opened the door and was face-to-face with her older sister Yekaterina.

"Hello sis," Yekaterina gleefully said as she handed Natalia a large basket of delicious homemade food. "I wanted to give something personal to your husband."

"Is he home right now?"

Natalia nervously bit her nails as she shook her head vigorously.

"He's…at work," she answered slowly.

Then, she smiled widely, which put Yekaterina on edge.

"Anyways," she followed as she invited her older sister into the house. "Please come in."

"It's my pleasure to have company over at my home."

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As the two sisters caught up on life, Yekaterina excused herself so she could go to the restroom.

After Natalia gave her older sister directions so she could navigate the relatively spacious estate, Yekaterina went off to look for her destination while her younger sister stayed behind and drank tea.

Unfortunately, Yekaterina, even with the explicit directions, got lost within her sister's maze of a home and ended up opening the door to the basement.

"Eeek," she exclaimed as she came face to face with Richard Speck, who possessed a maniacal smile and a line of rope in both of his hands.

"Why does it smell like a rotting body in here?" she thought as she gazed curiously at all the wax figures.

As she was walking, her right foot went through a panel and she felt that she was standing on something soft.

When she pulled her leg, Yekaterina shrieked when she saw that her foot actually stepped on the face of the recently-deceased Nathaniel, whose mouth was still frozen in a scream.

"N…Nathaniel?" she whimpered as she slowly turned around and saw that Richard was in front of her with the rope close to her neck.

"Stay away from me," she sputtered, but the figure just got closer until the rope was now fully around the girl's neck.

She tried to get away, but eventually the rope closed around her throat, causing her to painfully lose air.

"Why…sister?" she thought before her world fogged over.

"Why?"

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After noticing that her older sister has been gone for quite a long time, Natalia slowly got up and went looking around the house for her.

Then, she saw that the basement door was open and, after heading in to investigate, that Yekaterina, one of the only people in her family that truly cared for her, was choked to death by [].

"NO!" she yelled as she pushed the wax figure over, causing it to crumble into tiny pieces as its head connected with the walls of the basement.

"YOU JUST HAD TO DO IT!" she shrieked as she stormed out of the room and smashed the basement door shut.

"YOU…YOU MURDERERS!"

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Returning back to the dining table, Natalia thought she heard the voices of the wax figures drifting in her head.

"You are the murderer," they said in unison. "You killed them."

"Your hands are stained with their blood."

As she tried to drink her tea, Natalia accidently tipped over raspberry jelly onto her dress. As she attempted to retrieve it and put it back on the table, it seemed like she and her hands were, in fact, stained with blood.

As she fell to her knees in pure shock, she heard the voices of Nathaniel and Yekaterina echoing through her mind with the wax figures, creating a grotesque harmony that pounded at her psyche with horrifying force.

"You just had to buy them," said Nathaniel. "If you didn't purchase them, you wouldn't have developed the drive to kill me."

"I didn't do it," she sobbed as she started to crawl on her hands and feet toward the dreaded basement.

"It…it was them."

"Did you just want to cover your crime?" Yekaterina then uttered. "Shame on you, dear sister."

"I thought you were better than this…"

"I am!" she cried as she got up and opened the basement door with a mixture of shame and anger.

"Please…forgive me."

As the young girl faced her precious wax figures with sadness, she saw that the figure of the infamous Zodiac Killer had a pistol in his hand.

Disturbed by such a sight, Natalia quickly yanked the pistol out of the figure's hands and was heading to throw it away for good.

As she was about to put it down, she heard the cries of hate and glee from the figures and their victims permeate her already-fragile mind.

"Murderer," they chorused. "Murderer."

"MURDERER!"

Mouthing this word, Natalia slowly turned around and saw that the wax figures were beckoning her to come and join their ranks.

She giggled madly as she put the pistol to her head.

"Murderer," she mouthed to herself as she cocked the gun. "Murderer."

BANG!

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"The police arrived shortly and stumbled upon the grisly scene. Though all the wax figures were acknowledged as evil, the most disturbing thing in the room was the stone-cold body of Ms. Natalia Arlovskaya, whose life was taken by a bullet to the head. It was something about the eyes, the police said. It's the look that one often gets after taking a quick walk through the Twilight Zone."