Ten minutes of horror

"is this how we die?" Claire asked with a broken voice "like chicken in the hands of the unseen butcher?" she added trembling

There was dead silence as Marie and Claire wandered through what seemed like an enormous antique one hall prison. The lighting was crimson red, flicking at intervals, reflecting off their faces and giving it a horrific vampire-esque semblance as they glanced at each other shivering. There was occasional door-like creeks and the sound of footsteps approaching, but with no one in sight.

"oh Lord please I'll confess all my sins, but please don't let me die like this please" Marie prayed as tears began to roll down our cheeks.

Just then they heard a thumping on the enormous door which had mysteriously locked itself up. The thumping was followed by a distorted voice which which they couldn't make out what it was saying. Marie and rushed to hide behind one of the sculptors at the centre of the room. At this point every artwork on the wall looked like an ancient mystic creature who was hungry for blood.

It seemed like they were all looking down at them with a grin, reminiscing what their bloods would taste like. But they were not in a hurry, they were savoring the moment, tormenting them to make sure that they weakened their spirits before devouring them. The sculptures on the other hand were their only source of comfort and companion, at least they did not seem to care too much about them, so they'll use them as shield for as long as they can resist whatever is coming after them, they discussed.

Marie started reminiscing about how she and Claire have been best friends since their high school days. They lived together in the same apartment, they went to school together, ate together, attended the same events, they literally did everything together and considered themselves soulmates. They took the same energy and rapport to college as they deliberately applied for the same school, though they did not study the same course.

But they still stayed together and no matter how different their timetables were, they always made out time for each other. Now after their final exams, they had decided to have some fun before figuring out the next best route for their lives. They had lodged at the most exquisite hotel in the city and partied throughout the night like animals, they had visited the ranch and even when they were at the zoo, the animals were friendly.

But here they are in a seemingly harmless museum and the ancient gods seems to be angry with them, staring down at their feeble mortal bodies and craving their souls. She was snapped out of her thought by the sound of evil laughter that sounded muffled but seemed to echo through the big hall. At that point Marie gave up and thought she would die

"errrm... Claire?" she called out as she tapped her friend on the shoulder who got startled. "sorry, there's something I want to tell you, I don't want to take it to my grave" she continued.

"what is it Marie" Claire replied hopelessly

"errm....errrm" Marie stuttered

"errrm what" Claire queried confused

"remember that time you and James broke up and I was supposed to go help you talk to him?" Marie started "something happened" she added

"what happened" Claire started impatiently

"we slept together" Marie blurted out. "but I promise you I wasn't the one that started it, he was....."

That was when the lights came back on and Marie immediately realized that she'd just made the biggest mistake of her life. Claire was stunned and aghast with her mouth agape. All she could mutter was

"Go screw yourself Marie" as she walked out of the door.

Marie left reeling from her error asked the security by the door what had happened, only to find out that there was a power outage and the room being home to some of the most expensive arts went into auto lockdown. The banging on the door was the security trying to verify that the room was locked and the voices were that other of tourists in the adjoining rooms.

"holy crap" Marie exclaimed. "why didn't I go with a tour guide?" she asked regrettably.

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