After DarkI throw a furtive glance over my shoulder as I pull my mop out of the cupboard. Those pesky young vandals had better not be playing tricks on this old man again, not tonight. Thunder crashes outside, lightning casting brief yet eerie shadows over the wax figures in the main exhibition hall. The flickering light of my lantern adds to the frightening effect as I dip the mop in the soapy water of the bucket. I begin cleaning the floor, my eyes frequently darting around the room afraid of the stationary figures that surround me. As I reach the end of the hall, a movement behind me catches my eye. I spin around and try to hunt out the cause of my racing heart, my lantern held aloft. Everything is still but behind me another figure silently calls to me. I collapse to the floor, the wax figures closing in on me as everything goes black.