100 HAUNTINGS

Eighteen: Corpse Museum

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Mom, dad, and I went to a museum here in Manhattan. There were a lot of beautiful figures and structures that tells the story about America, and the stories since it started, and even the egyptian times.

I went around the floor where there's animals. I saw monkeys and tigers. They were like real. I wanted to touch it, but a security guard yelled at me, told me not to touch it. That's why I rolled my eyes at him and I just went to the floor where there were the presidents of America. There were figures of George Washington, John Adams, Abraham Lincoln, Theodore Roosevelt and other presidents.

I froze as I looked at George Washington's figure. Its face look like a monster. Like the wax melted. He was frowning. Looking at me. I can't tell if I was scared or creeped out.

I walked back to the ground floor, but as I heard someone whisper in my ear.

Lower ground. Go to the lower ground. Lower....

I wanted to know what was in the lower ground. But who was whispering? Who or what?

I walked to the elevator, and pressed the button that goes down. The elevator door opened, as I went in. I was alone. There was no CCTV. The lights were flickering.

The sounds while going down scares me. It was like the elevator was about to break down and fall to the ground. The elevator opened, as I walked out. Then I remembered---mom and dad! I walked around, leaving them on the lobby! Then I remembered another problem. The museum is gonna close at 6pm! It's now 6:03pm. Now I'm trapped here. What do I do?

I banged on the elevator and pressed the button again and again, but it wouldn't leave the ground floor. There was a CCTV, but it looks like no one is watching. So, I decided to walk around and find a way out. There was boxes everywhere. Big crates and boxes. I wondered what was inside it.

I didn't open one. But suddenly, a box fell on the ground. I walked towards it and picked it up. Then, an arm fell on the ground! The hand was very real. I touched it, and it was real flesh!

The hand was cold, as it if it's from a dead body. I opened the box of where it was from, then----I SAW A HEAD! It had no eyes, but it had a mouth and hair. I touched the hair. It was from a real person. A dead one. I ran away from it, all the way to a door, the EXIT.

Then I went to the nearest floor, which was the floor where the presidents are. I walked around, ALONE. Yes, I was alone. But I felt like someone was behind me. So I turned around, and saw a baby doll on the floor. I went towards it, and picked it up. It was a doll, but the face didn't seem like one. As I was about to touch its forehead, it began laughing. Then I dropped it. Then its face, turned into a monster. Its face frowned, and the eyes looked at me. I walked away, and left it there.

I was full of terror and I was scared. I never saw like that for the twelve years of my life. There were no night guards. No lights, but there were lights on the structures.

I went to the ground floor. There was no one there. I was now alone. I sat on the bench near the door. There was a clock, on the lobby. It was 7:02pm. The main doors were locked from the outside. So I have no way out.

Why wouldn't they hire a night guard? What's wrong with this place? Why are they closing at 6pm?

Questions kept running around my head. I remembered mom and dad. I know they're probably looking for me now. Here's one question. Why would they leave without me?

Suddenly, I felt someone was behind me. I felt its warm presence behind. It was breathing. It was someone. I was scared to look. I was terrified.

I turned around, and saw a black dress. Not only a black dress, but it has a body. I looked up, and saw the face. It was a woman. Her hair was frizzy. She doesn't look like from the museum. She looks like she was a corpse. I know people won't believe me when I tell this to the whole world.

I stood up, and ran away. All I did was running away and getting freaked out. What the heck is wrong with this place? A museum of terror.

I stopped, and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes, and sighed. It's nothing, Allison. You're imagining. This isn't real. I whispered to myself. Then I opened my eyes, I was on the lower ground floor! Where there were boxes, and where I saw the arm. I was scared, horrified. How did I go there? Without even moving?

Once I get out, I am never going back again. The boxes began shaking. Then I heard whispers, of people. They became more sinister, and scarier. I covered my ears, but still, I can hear them.

Allison, Allison... You'll die! Allison... Allison! Die! You belong with us.

They whispered. Now I felt they were beside me. They were whispering to my ears. They were beside me. I felt their presence. Then something grabbed my feet. I saw two bloody arms! They were pulling me to the dark part of the room! Good thing they let go, as I ran to the exit. It was locked! I ran around, as these corpses and body parts were following me. My surroundings were thick, mushy dark blood all over the wall and ceiling. I ran, until I reached the elevator. It was open! I made a run for it, and as I got in, I closed it, and went straight to the ground floor. The body parts got squished on the doors of the elevator.

Luckily, I got out of the elevator, seeing the sun through the window. It was morning. But, there was like a dark, bloody hand that grabbed my face and sent me on the ground.

I woke up, in the hospital. A man in a tie and suit was standing, looking at me. Then my mom and dad on the other side of the bed.

"Allison? Are you alright?" The man's voice said, but his voice was like a distance echo. I nodded.

"If you wanna know the truth about the museum, here it is. Last week, the police just found out that the structures and figures around were made from a real dead body. And, the owner is a crazy man. So, they said they're gonna close it and arrest the owner after a week. That's why there's no night guards that stay there for long. One night guard was never found after one night. And now, it was closed, and the owner was sent to a place where he'll never be able to get out." He explained.

Since then, the people called it The Corpse Museum.