The entrance to the gallery had been guarded zealously all day, even from the family. This room was Giulia and Aidan's pet project, and when the cord was finally drawn back and the gallery doors peeled open, the room had been dramatically changed. Groups would be allowed in at two minute intervals, in trios or quartets. They wanted to allow people time to enjoy before the next groups came in.
The actual art and any loose statues had been removed from the long hall, and the room turned into a 'haunted house' of sorts. People working in this room were stationed with safety in mind, dressed completely in black and wearing full-faced black masks in order to better blend in with the draperies and not disturb the scenes. The artwork was twisted and turned into grotesque masks, and nothing was as it seemed; one moment a statue might be standing comfortably, arm in the air, and the next, it was reaching towards you.
Eyes were always watching, no matter where you looked- peering in from the windows, shifting behind the artwork on the walls. The small streaks of blood were surely simply a small accident that someone would have cleaned right up, and no, no one else could hear the thumping and panicked cries from inside the walls themselves. Under blacklights every little speck glowed, yet it seemed that somehow, one minute a figure would be there- and the next, gone. There was a mirrors showed things that couldn't be, faces behind you, sneaking up, but when you turned, no one was there. And in the corners of your eyes, something might slither- but when you looked fully, all was still.
In a section full of fog, more than one person tripped over a small zombie statue, only to be meeting undead eyes peering out from the darkness and a grasping, hungry hand moving towards them. The chopped-off heads that mounted the pikes oozed cool, sticky blood. in places, there was too much webbing, and the whispers of wings. A small doorway would pop open, a small hand extending to younger children, and the Grady twins peeking out with mischievous delight, whispering- Come and play with us.
The actual art and any loose statues had been removed from the long hall, and the room turned into a 'haunted house' of sorts. People working in this room were stationed with safety in mind, dressed completely in black and wearing full-faced black masks in order to better blend in with the draperies and not disturb the scenes. The artwork was twisted and turned into grotesque masks, and nothing was as it seemed; one moment a statue might be standing comfortably, arm in the air, and the next, it was reaching towards you.
Eyes were always watching, no matter where you looked- peering in from the windows, shifting behind the artwork on the walls. The small streaks of blood were surely simply a small accident that someone would have cleaned right up, and no, no one else could hear the thumping and panicked cries from inside the walls themselves. Under blacklights every little speck glowed, yet it seemed that somehow, one minute a figure would be there- and the next, gone. There was a mirrors showed things that couldn't be, faces behind you, sneaking up, but when you turned, no one was there. And in the corners of your eyes, something might slither- but when you looked fully, all was still.
In a section full of fog, more than one person tripped over a small zombie statue, only to be meeting undead eyes peering out from the darkness and a grasping, hungry hand moving towards them. The chopped-off heads that mounted the pikes oozed cool, sticky blood. in places, there was too much webbing, and the whispers of wings. A small doorway would pop open, a small hand extending to younger children, and the Grady twins peeking out with mischievous delight, whispering- Come and play with us.
