“Flowers,” Irene echoed absently, thinking again of the seeds she’d given him, wondering if they’d been planted yet. Frankly she wasn’t sure she wanted to know. “You don’t need to come with me, Elias.” She said, gripping the door. She mustered a smile again before turning back to him. “Cousin Cece should be back shortly, I think and we were — ow!”

The draft coming in from the museum was warm, but in a split second the air turned scalding and strong, forcing the doors open. Irene tugged Elias’ arm, backing them away from the gaping pitch black of the inside. “Nononononoooo,” It was happening again. “Elias we have to go. Now, this has happened before, it won’t be long until —”

A rattling sound echoed from within, and soon two glowing eyes could be seen from the depths of the museum. And pair of eyes were getting closer. “Nooo, he’s back…”

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