Writing in iambic pentameter is difficult! But Allison doesn't have time for more quips, hurrying forward yet trying to stay within the boundaries of Nancy's shield. At least until she finds her bearings and a way in without harming Ghoul in the process.

Wax figures aren't hollow either. They are thick and have weight after they're poured into their respective molds. Stabbing the head directly seems useless, but you know what, she's going to go for it anyway.

Ruthlessly, Allison dives in and jams both knives into the eery wax eyes. And suddenly everything goes still.

"I have a feeling that isn't the only one."