Most people didn't venture past the dinosaur exhibits. The paintings by popular and famous artists, and the little skylights with perfect views of the stars. No one paid much attention to the exhibits in the back west wing. Most patrons assumed it was one of the older libraries filled with antique books they couldn't touch, and strayed away.

But the museum had recently started opening night tours, less children and fewer lines, a great way to learn something new and get a nice evening out. Most people still stayed in the front, so they never bothered to rope off any of the doors or halls deeper in the back of the large building.

The place looked damn near haunted. No footsteps nor voices. Shadows crawling like insects. You were all on your own in a hall that seemed damn near abandoned.

That was when you found a large room full of ornate statues and paintings, with a mirror like ceiling. The statues were the kind so detailed they looked lifelike, and the paintings all had two or more people in... interesting positions.

In the center was a spotlight with a stone subject you couldn't quite see. The base looked like a bed, with blankets and pillows that even had individual wrinkles and folds in the fabric.