"Honey, what's got your attention? Let's hurry,"
My husband continued to urge me, his concerned tone tinged with a hint of impatience.
"Where are we going?"
My heart raced, and I struggled to control my overwhelming emotions.
My husband smiled gently, "I've prepared a surprise for you. Stand by the window and close your eyes."
Could I trust him?
I even regretted my quick belief in him and entering the wax museum.
I pretended to remain composed, being careful not to reveal any cracks in my facade.
"Honey, could you please step outside and find a staff member for me? I've been experiencing hallucinations, and I'd like to inquire about the lady in the blue and white striped dress."
My intentions were clear; I wanted to get my husband out of there. His behavior was becoming increasingly peculiar.
My husband hesitated to leave.
I added, "You see, I distinctly heard someone talking. My auditory hallucinations are getting worse. Please go and find a staff member."
My husband had no reason to refuse.
Reluctantly, he left, saying, "Stay here and wait for me. Don't wander."
I nodded vigorously, "Don't worry! I'll be right here in the wax museum waiting for you!"
I watched him walk away, immediately taking out my phone.
I needed to gather evidence!
I needed to call the police!
I activated my phone's camera and aimed it towards the doorway with the intention of taking a photograph.
To my surprise, however, when I glanced at the phone's screen, it displayed only the room filled with wax figures, with no trace of my husband. Perplexed, I gently placed the phone down.
To my astonishment, my husband was clearly standing near the doorway, just as tall as ever, seemingly ready to step outside. I lifted the camera once again to capture his image, but to my bewilderment, he failed to appear within the frame. This eerie phenomenon sent a shiver down my spine.
It couldn't possibly be my husband!
I struggled to comprehend what I was witnessing.the camera's lens inexplicably refused to capture his image. This unsettling experience filled me with dread.
"He cannot be my husband!" I exclaimed aloud. "What on earth is happening here?!"
The phone's lens proved incapable of capturing the entity that was impersonating my husband. Gradually, it vanished from my view, seemingly purposefully closing the door, as if to prevent my escape.
In a state of panic, I retrieved my phone and began taking frantic photos of the wax figures in the room. It was only then that I noticed something peculiar. In the photos, the wax figures appeared to be squinting their eyes.
This was likely due to the dim lighting in the room, which caused the camera's flash to activate, startling the wax figures. They seemed to react as though they were living beings, instinctively squinting their eyes.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, I decided to immediately contact the police. Such atrocious acts must be met with legal consequences!
I dialed the emergency number and nervously reported the situation, my voice trembling with fear.
"Hello! I need to report a crime. I am currently at the Wax Museum in the western suburbs. The proprietors here are involved in heinous activities! They are using real individuals to craft wax figures!"
I continued to explain, "I am currently inside the Wax Museum, and I possess photographic evidence on my phone. My phone can provide the exact location!"
I spoke anxiously, my body trembling with fear.
I could hear the operator typing on the keyboard, as if they were searching for my location.
"Ma'am, there doesn't appear to be any such place at your location. The satellite map indicates that your surroundings are all sea."
The operator's words struck me like a bolt of lightning, causing a storm of confusion in my mind.
I persisted, "That can't be right! The Wax Museum in the western suburbs! We drove here! There's no sea nearby!"
The operator searched once more.
"I apologize, ma'am. I couldn't find any location matching your description. Could you please provide your name, phone number, and residential address so that we can contact you for further investigation?"
I provided my personal information accurately.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I pleaded, "Please, can you help me? I'm in danger! They're going to kill me!"
The operator made an effort to reassure me gently.
"Ma'am, please try to stay calm. Don't disconnect the call.I'll connect you to the police officer responsible for your area right away."
I waited anxiously, my restlessness growing with each passing moment.
Each minute and second felt like an eternity.
After what felt like several minutes, they responded.
"Hello, ma'am. Your household registration was canceled three years ago due to a fire. You and Mr. Wang passed away from carbon monoxide poisoning."
"Are you absolutely certain this isn't some kind of false alarm? We have reason to suspect that you might be playing a prank!"
"Ma'am, are you still on the line?"
"If you persist in using public resources in this manner, we will have to detain you and impose fines in accordance with the law."
I was stunned, each word from the operator stabbing my heart with pain.
The flicker of hope that had ignited in me just moments ago plummeted into an abyss, turning into a despair with no apparent way out.
Am I dead?
Is my husband really gone?
What is happening here?
Where is this place?
Why doesn't it show up on the map?
Tickets!
Yes, the tickets have the address of the attraction and the shops for promotional purposes!
I quickly retrieved the two tickets from my pocket.
The front sides were the same, both written in big letters: Wax Museum in the western suburbs, welcome!
On the back was written...
"The wax figures are alive."