Chapter 20

La Maison d’Horreurs. For as long as living memory served I’d always wanted to visit it but had never been able to, mostly because plane tickets cost a lot of course, or at least that was what my parents said. I’d always been very reserved as a child, and so looking back I wasn’t sure their hesitation hadn’t stemmed from a fear that I would grow up to be a type of sociopath or something on that scale. I imagine they’d thought it prudent to cut their losses.

I don’t remember the first time I heard of it, but I’m sure that I spent as much time daydreaming about the museum as other kids thought of Disneyland.

A museum of cadavers skinned and injected with wax sounded exactly what I imagined heaven would look like, and so my motives were clear. Elijah’s on the other hand remained up for debate. I sneaked a peek at him through the corner of my eye, looking away when he excitedly tried to catch my gaze and hold it.

An armrest separated the two of us, and for that I was g