Hello again, Story Club members.

I'm Ivy, your ghostly host with the most and keeper of the strangest, spookiest tales on earth.

Today is another Ivy's chilling tale. This Waxy Tale Story Club members

might make you pass the next time your parents offer to take you to Madame Tussauds.

It's one I call, Don't Wake Up, the Wax.

Today was supposed to be a fun field trip to the wax museum, but of course it's been totally

ruined.

It seems like every school field trip ends in disaster.

I mean not this big of a disaster, but still not great.

Like the last time you went to the zoo and mean Margo from my class threw my phone into the hippo

enclosure.

The zookeepers were furious and I got blamed for carelessly dropping it.

Yeah, right.

And then there was the time that Tommy fell asleep in the planetarium next to me, and snored so loudly that I missed

the whole freaking presentation. That was fun. So basically, I wasn't expecting today's

outing to the Wax Museum to be exceptional, but I was hoping it would be better than previous

school field trips, and that I might have some fun? I certainly didn't expect what's happened.

What's going on here is something that no one will believe. We left early this morning,

all piling into the school bus still half asleep at 7.30 a.m. It was rainy and dark as our

bus thumped along under the gloomy sky.

As we pulled up to the museum, I thought I saw a dark figure standing eerily next to the building.

But because I always have brain fog before 9 a.m. anyway, I didn't think anything of it.

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