Mitchel and Jay walked through the museum, looking at the life like statues. Mitchel had seen enough movies to know this was beyond creepy. No one was this good. And if they were, how come no one else was here to admire the museum? It didn't make sense. As he walked into one room, a noise caught his attention. he spun around, looking for the source. However, nothing looked out of place except....where was Jay? Mitchel looked around, he could have sworn his brother had been right behind him just seconds ago. He looked around the room.
"Jay? Jay?" he called out. He sighed in frustration. Leave it to Jay to randomly leave him in the middle of the weirdest museum on the planet. Running a hand through his hair, Mitchel walked out of the room, mumbling obscurities. As he left, he failed to see the wax figure of a woman turn her head towards where he had just exited.
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Jay had suddenly found himself separated from his brother. IT had almost occurred by magic. One minute they were walking down the main hall, peaking into the rooms to look at the exhibit, and as they left one room, Mitchel was gone. Jay had double checked to see if Mitchel just didn't stay in the room. No dice. Jay was all alone. Frowning, he turned from the room he had just checked. He jumped in surprise at the sight of a wax figure standing in front of him.
It was the receptionist from the front desk. She was standing there, smiling, staring into the open space. Jay sighed, laughing at himself for being caught off guard.
"Nice try Mitchel. If you want to scare me you got to try better than that." he said down the hall. Using his index finger, he pushed the receptionist down, watching as she crashed to the floor. From the odd angle her arm was at, it appeared that he had broke her. He just chuckled.
"Whoops."
Jay went down the hall, never seeing the receptionist turn her head in his direction before turning into a pearly white, plastic skeleton laying in a puddle of wax, her clothing littering the floor.
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As Mitchel walked down the hall, he stepped on something. Looking down, he found his foot sticking to a puddle of wax and plastic. Rags littered the floor.
"Awe gross. Do they even clean up the place?" He pulled his foot. At first it didn't give, but with one strong pull, Mitchel managed to yank his foot free. However it cost him a shoe.
"Dammit! I am going to kill Jay for bringing me here." he curse angrily. Fumming, Mitchel stepped past the puddle, unaware of the shadowy figure rigidly following him.
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Jay walked into a room, and stared at the figures inside. Out of all the rooms, this one was the most......exotic. It had been partially hidden behind a velvet red curtain. He didn't know what to make of it. Everywhere, in the odd exhibit were wax statues of naked muscular men and nude slender women. And thought he'll never admit it, it was setting off his bi-sexual curiosity. He took a step forward...