The Magician's Ghost
Barbara glanced around the old museum - it was so cold that she shivered inside her skin. She wondered why it might be so very cold; it were as though death had cast a spell in order to make the living find out how cold death can be. She shivered inside her skin as she walked into the cell. It was empty – so empty that she began to fear the quietness. She had wanted to approach with inquire – however she was too scared to think about anything but how fast she could run.
“What has happened in this place to make it one to be so gloomy?” she questioned out loud as she looked around and saw a heap of old things which looked like old tortures, but was in fact a magician's toolbox.
Barbara looked at a box, and gently pried open the lid. She thought she heard a scream as she did so, and felt a breath of white wind fly into her face - however she reasoned that it was just a daydream. Barbara looked at the scary insides with the spike needles, and the saw that lay still and in unused rest. She shivered at the trick it was supposed to perform, and closed the box before she got any more freaked out.
Barbara ambled to a toy chest, and opened it slowly. Inside were some kids items – ball, string, cards, a play hat, a theatrical cape. Barbara smiled at the image of what must have been the basics which any magician could use to perfection. She then closed the small box and moved on.
Barbara saw an area that had been shrouded with black velvet drapes. She ambled inside the enclosure, and spied an arrow that pointed to the floor. Barbara looked at the floor and gasped as she saw a fish tank that still had clear water inside of it. She looked at the water and the tank, and brought fingers to her lips.