My 'Fun' Night Shift at the Museum. (Writing.)

My “Fun” Night Shift at the Museum.

“Be careful, it’s said that on this day, at this time that the exhibits come to life.” The Ex-Night Guard explains to me as he points at a number on the clock. “Wait… Wait... wait wait! What time?” I ask the man, petrified of what I have just heard. I started to shiver until he took my watch, set an alarm and said, “When this goes off, run!” It was at this moment that he walked off, and I was alone.

I grabbed my flashlight from it’s holster and flicked it on. I slowly and cautiously walked around, horrified by what that crazy man had just told me. “This isn’t a movie, no no. Nothing like this will come to life.” I walked over to the gift shop, and took a bag of chocolates. Once I had grabbed my chocolate, I walked over to the counter and sat down. Thirty minutes passed and I wondered what time the Old Night Guard had set the alarm on my watch. Another thirty minutes pass and I hear a beep, followed by another beep, followed by another beep. It was the alarm.

“Wh- What do I do!?” I say to myself, over and over. He said to ‘run,’ but where would I run? I just chose to grab my flashlight and walk straight into the museum gallery entrance. That was a great idea, walking into the room where they keep all of the weapons and all the other dangerous stuff. My bravery is both a blessing, and a curse. I hear a voice, “Kia ora Koutou!” I ignored it, until I heard it again and again. I turned around, and screamed. The Maori hunters had become alive!

I dashed for Christchurch street, because I thought it would be calmer, I was wrong. So. Very. Wrong. Christchurch street was like Hornby Mall at rush hour! There were horses everywhere, bikes, people, stores, it was crazy! I hid in a store when people wearing fancy clothing walk past, it was the clothing gallery exhibit! Fine china was everywhere, obviously the Ancient China gallery. As penguins slid straight down the streets, I knew that the Antarctic exhibit had been affected too. I was panicking, wondering if the animal exhibits had been affected. It was a couple seconds later that I heard, a big, loud, roar.

As animals were racing down Christchurch street, I bolted out of Christchurch street, heading for the only safe place I could think of… I went to the weapons exhibit. “If I go here, I can protect myself,” I think, petrified of the wildlife I just saw fly past me. “If I can get a bow, or a spear… I should be safe.” I kept running and running ‘til I found myself at the exhibit. It was at this moment that I walked to a transparent, glass container. I kicked the glass, making it shatter. I took a moa spear that the old Maori people used, now I was ready to make my way for the exit.

I started walking straight forward, down the seemingly endless hall, prepared for any sort of enemy. I looked straight into the hall, when a shadowy figure appears on my sight. “Who are you!? What are you doing here!?” I question the figure. The figure just came into my flashlight light and said, “Sup Greg!” It took me a couple seconds, but Samuel had appeared in my sight line. Sam didn’t say anything for a bit, though he grabbed my arm and pulled me to some sort of safe room. Samuel locked the door, sat down and said, “We should wait for the dinosaur to pass, then we can go out and have some REAL fun. The Fine China dances!”

The End.