“Hurry up, we’re gonna get caught!” Jenny whispered, failing to stifle a giggle. “Come on,” I muttered, “I’ve popped harder locks in my sleep… there!” I stood, one hand on the jimmied doorknob, and said to Jenny, “Last chance to back out.” She snorted and replied, “Like I’m scared of some old ghost story. Just go in before someone sees us!” Jenny came into the room a moment later. “Something’s weird about those sculptures out there,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “Yeah, they’re creepy as hell. Come look at all these tools…” “Relax,” I said, “no one’s been here in forev—OOF!”