The space in the Wax Museum is quite large, with few wax figures.

The gloomy lights lengthened my shadow, and the floor felt sticky, as if the wax had not dried.

My husband held my hand and walked inside.

I secretly glanced at him.

He walked quickly, and an undisguised joy filled his happy face.

Why is he so happy?

I was about to ask my husband.

"Help me..."

A very faint male voice suddenly entered my ears.

"Who is it?" I abruptly stopped.

My husband looked at me puzzledly, "What's wrong, honey?"

I turned my head and looked around.

"Help me..."

A weak cry for help came from the corner on the right.

"Honey, didn't you hear someone's voice?"

My husband shook his head, "No, besides, there are often miserable screams in haunted houses. You should be used to it by now."

No...

It's not intentionally scaring people with miserable screams.

The man's voice was weak, helpless, and full of sadness.

Like a dying person, desperately grasping at the last straw of life.

"Honey, this is called immersive experience. You're having hallucinations again."

My husband put his arm around my shoulder and led me deeper into the room.

"Run away quickly..."

Another old voice.

This time, it clearly fell into my ears, on my left.

I turned my head to look.

It was a wax figure of an old lady, exquisitely crafted, a perfect likeness made by a masterful hand.

Even the slightly sunken eye sockets were made realistically.

Her eyes were filled with bright red blood vessels.

I was instantly confused.

No matter how well a wax figure is made, the eyes shouldn't be alive, right?

Suddenly, her mouth moved.

Her mouth, smeared with wax, opened laboriously, and the scarlet blood vessels hung on her teeth, emitting a weak mosquito-like voice:

"Run away quickly..."

I suddenly realized--

She's not a wax figure!

She's a living person!

"Honey, what are you looking at? Hurry up and go."

My husband was still urging me, his concerned tone mixed with a hint of impatience.

"Where are we going?"

My heart was pounding, and I tried to restrain my collapsing emotions.

My husband smiled gently, "I have a surprise for you. Stand by the window and close your eyes."

How could I listen to him?

I even regretted easily believing him and walking into the Wax Museum.

I pretended to be calm, not daring to show any flaws.

"Honey, go out and find a staff member for me. I keep having hallucinations, and I want to consult the lady in the blue and white striped uniform."

My goal was clear, I wanted to distract my husband, he was too strange.

Reluctantly, my husband hesitated to leave.

I said again, "Look, I clearly heard someone talking. My auditory hallucinations are severe. Go call a staff member."

My husband had no reason to refuse.

He walked out reluctantly, "You stay here and wait for me, don't wander around."

I nodded vigorously, "Don't worry! I'll wait for you in the Wax Museum!"

I watched his figure and immediately took out my phone.

I want to capture evidence!

I want to call the police!