Nine-year-old Ib is on a visit with her parents to an art museum, which soon takes a twisted turn as the lights go out and the famous Guertena's exotic pieces of art become all too life-like.
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Garry and I continued down our path directly in front of us. I was starting to get tired of seeing nothing but grey wall after grey wall...
I turned to look at Garry who held a serious sort of look. I could tell he was stressed being in the gallery for so long. How long had he even been in the gallery? Longer than me? Or had we both gotten lost around the same time?
When he and I approached the end of the hall, I saw four different paintings. One of some scenery, one of a big white snake, one of some big ice, and one of a girl.
Garry and I turned to the left and continued walking down the hall. We eventually reached a corner with a new hall branching off to the right.
Once entering the new hall, I froze with surprise. We were being watched.
Eyes. Eye with pupils of pitch black. Eyes all along the floor of the hall protruded up to look at the two strangers.
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"Yaaaah!" Screamed Garry, taking a fearful step back. "What is THAT?! Gross is what! Why are there EYES on the FLOOR...?!"
I sighed with exasperation and walked back towards him. I grabbed his hand and pulled, but he wouldn't move. He seemed to be paralyzed with fear.
"Garry!" I called loudly, but he didn't even notice.
I made my way around him and pushed him roughly in the back, causing the purple-haired boy to topple forward closer to the awaiting eyeballs.
Mid-way to the ground, Garry released a horrific scream and scuttled towards the grey wall, clinging to it for dear life. I stared with amazement. Wait... I thought he was an adult. I thought adults were supposed to be brave.
Garry finally took notice of me and stood up slowly from his cowering position.
He cleared his throat before approaching me, taking my hand, then saying, "Come on, Ib. Don't be scared. I'll protect you."
I rolled my eyes as we walked down the hall of harmless eyes, but once again, I doubt he noticed.
After walking a ways, I noticed one particular eye on the ground that was a sickly red. Garry was trying his hardest to not pay attention to the eyes, so I tugged on his jacket to catch his attention.
"Yes, Ib?" He questioned with his voice still shaky from fear.
I simply pointed at the eye and looked up to see him pale. "D... Does this lone eye have a congestion problem?" He asked to no one in particular.
I guess there wasn't much to do about it anyways, so we continued walking until approaching the end of the hall.
When turning the corner, Garry turned to me and said, "Looks like we've gone in one big circle. We're back to the hallway we started at."
Looking around, I noticed that he was correct. To our right was the same big, grey door as before, and further down was the hall we'd originally taken.
"Hmm..." Garry hummed as he tapped his head lightly in a thoughtful state. "I guess we could take this door here, or we could always go back through the first hall we took and see what's behind that other door."
If you want to take the door to your right, read Part 53 If you want to find the other door you passed previously, read Part 56
