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When you came to Ambrose, you were on vacation with your sisters, a road trip.
You were forced to come with them, guilt-tripped into coming with them so you could hold their luggage and get them water and food. They used you as a slave practically, they finally listened to you after a couple of minutes and pulled over to see a wax house.
You thought it was cool, they’d been dragging you everywhere they wanted to so it was only fair you got to go to one place that you actually wanted to visit during this god-awful summer road trip you were forced to go on.
Their arguments were full of “But I don’t want to go, it’ll be boring!” and “It’s going to be disappointing, you know that right?”
“Yeah, well you’re dragging me to every stupid themed restaurant and force me to wait in the hot car, why can’t we go somewhere I want to go for once?”
They shut up after you said that and pulled over, looking around to find a washed-out road, going down it, and coming to a small town with a sign claiming to be called Ambrose.
You three got out of the car, parking it on the gravel road near a sidewalk.
You all looked around, pointing to the large house of wax towering over the tiny town.
“There it is.” You said, walking over to it and feeling disappointed when you saw it was closed.
Then your sister leaned against the wall “Told you s- oh gross!” She exclaimed, peeling herself off of the wall and turning to face her back to you “What the hell is on my back?!”
You outstretched an arm, touching her arm and taking a fingertip full of melting wax “It’s wax,” You said, giggling at her disgusted face “Guess it really is a house of wax, eh?”
She scoffed, turning to go down the stairs before your other sister shouted over to her “Why can’t we go in, the doors open!”
While you two had been talking, your other sister opened the door holding the ‘CLOSED’ sign.
You were against it, you didn’t want to trespass “We are not going in there, the cops could get our asses.”
Your taller sister outstretched an arm and did a sweeping motion “You see any cops around here?”
“...No.” You were defeated, two against one. You knew they’d guilt trip you into trespassing anyways, she opened the door and stepped in, gazing right at the creepily realistic wax figures “Jesus Christ.” She said, her face pulling into a sneer at the wax figures.
You looked in awe, taking in the wonderful sight of the delicately carved wax figures in different poses, two of them dancing and you took a turn, breaking off from your sisters and turning to a dining room with a bowl full of wax fruit, but they followed you. Taking each other's hand and giggling like idiots despite them being in their mid-twenties.
One of them took a wax banana out of the carved bowl, taking a bite out of it and spitting out of the floor, coughing while the other laughed her ass off.
You grabbed her arm and stared into her eyes with a serious expression on your face. “Stop it, I agreed to trespass, not destruction of property.”
She yanked her arm away, chucking the wax banana at your face “You’re such a goddamn killjoy, we never should’ve brought you along.”
That irked you to hell and back, they were the ones who dragged you along and now they wish that they didn’t force you into this?
But you didn’t say anything, you held your tongue and kept your mouth shut despite how bad you wanted to speak up.
They’d threatened to leave you before, and you were sure they’d go through with that threat. When you were younger they left you in a park when you were 7 and you were reported missing for several hours, and all because you wanted to get ice cream from an ice cream truck nearby.
Your sister broke off from the other “I’m gonna go explore, you can go around too.”
“Wow, thanks for the permission.”
She turned her head back to you, frowning “Shut it.”
You all split up, you went to the living room while one of them came into a medical room, and the other into the kitchen split off of the dining room you were all in.
You picked up one of the sculptures on the fireplace, enamored by the details put into the dragon, you flipped it over to the flat side and saw a signature, ‘Vincent’.
“Wonder who that is…” You mumbled to yourself, putting it back and looking at the paintings all around the room. About all of them had the same delicate signature signed ‘Vincent’.
A scream rattled through the air, a wet 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘱 coming before it then sobbing, pleas for help filled the air as well “Help, help please, y/N HELP!” She was silenced before she could scream again, a loud thud of probably her falling to the floor.
You didn’t pay any attention to the screaming, she was just pulling your leg probably, as she always did. Your other sister’s footsteps came to where she was, the medical room.
Screaming.
The sound flesh squelching, then a thud,
And silence.
A shiver ran down your spine, you stopped you looking at the paintings and slowly made your way to sound, you didn’t care about your sisters, you wouldn’t care if they had a heart attack and died right in front of you, but you were curious.
You forgot the old saying 'curiosity killed the cat’, making your way to where you heard the screams and stood in front of a door with the lock switched on the outside,
Why would there be a lock on the outside?
You never minded the thought and switched the lock to unlock the door, its hinges squeaking and swinging open,
Someone else was there, he had a wax mask and long black hair let down by his face, framing the mask. You looked him up and down, taking notes of his outfit and dirty boots.
He was hauling your sisters down through a secret door,
You didn’t scream. You did run though, able to hear his wax-covered boots following after you. You made it to the door before the man caught up to you, reaching an arm grabbing your arm,
You were pulled to the ground, your head thudding against the wax flor and making your head ache “Why did you kill them… why did you-”
He crouched down, cutting off your questions with a lump forming in your throat.
He had trimmers, wet with blood.
He tilted his head, maybe if you weren’t in this situation you would’ve thought it was cute.
Tears spilled out of your eyes, but then his hand reached out, the free one without the trimmers. He cupped your cheek, looking at you with fascination in his eyes.
He stood, looking down at you with almost innocent curiosity.
Then he raised his boot, stomping down hard enough to knock you unconscious but not hurt you, though you’d have a killer headache in the morning.