The bones in the new exhibit are real, and I’m about to prove it.
I hate the museum, it just terrifies me.
I creep down into the museum basement, and a slight feeling of regret invades my brain. I don’t know what’s down here, and if I get lost they’ll find my corpse and add my bones to the sculpture too. I try to escape the fear, and focus on finding the skeleton. It looks as if you crammed every country in existence here. An Egyptian vase over here, some flax skirts over there, and..
A skeleton with no arms.