As Mitchel walked down the hall, he heard a loud crash of metal. He turned his head to the direction of the sound and, despite his extensive knowledge of horror movies, walked in the direction of the sound. As he drew closer, the sound got louder. Perhaps there was someone else in the building? Maybe it was Jay trying to scare him. He rolled his idea at that idea.
"Jay? Is that you?" another sound of movement. "Jay if you're trying to scare me, I'm going to kick you ass." Mitchel threatened. As the sound seemed to get louder and louder, Mitchel sound himself in a dining room of sorts. There was a British family of wax people sitting at the table. The food looked realistic and extremely edible. He gentle poked the cherry pie that was at the center of the table, sitting between the turkey and mashed potatoes. It felt warm, but other than that it was as fake as everything else in the museum.
"Damn. And I'm getting hungry too."
As the words felt his mouth, Mitchel's nose started to tinkle. An alluring smell tickled his nose, drawing his attention like a moth to a flame. He turned his head to the door at the far end of the dining room. It was cracked open. Curious about the sweet, savoring smell, he followed his nose and peeked into the room.
Inside was a small kitchen, an island in the middle of it. And sitting on that island was a plate of steaming out chicken fingers, a bowl of fruit, a cool glass of lemon aid, and a cup of pudding. Hunger seemed to take over him as he walked over to the food. He picked up an apple and too his amazement, it was a real apple, not some wax and paint copy. He smiled and took a bite.
He smiled at the sweet, juicy flavors that flooded his mouth. However, just as he was about to take another bite, he felt an uncomfortable wave wash over him. He made a face before taking another bite.