Colette and her family boarded on a trip to England for the summer. Their relatives who live there told them about a new museum that had just opened—Blackwood Manor. It was quite an old, renovated large manor filled with paintings, statues, replicas, and everything historical the manor had witnessed. Six-year-old Colette walked quietly, clutching her sketchbook as she looked around, lagging behind her family. She quietly enjoyed listening to the tour guide explain every single artefact they stop by. It was a peaceful experience for her.

Until a certain kid named Leo decided to be a menace.

Leo was like any other eight-year-old menace that always seemed to have had way too much chocolate when outside. His family were in the same tour group as Colette's. Unfortunately for her, her peaceful observance of the surroundings would be cut short. As the guide ushered everyone toward the Grand Portrait Gallery, Leo aggressively shoved past Colette to get to the front. It made Colette trip over the floor, her sketchbook skittering across the floor. The boy did not even seemed to be bothered that he did that, he even let out a laugh and stuck his tongue out at her before stepping on her sketchbook as he ran away.

Colette's parents saw her on the floor and rushed to lift her up, but she was already steadying herself, dusting her little jumper and shaking her pigtails. She looked up at her worried parents who kept asking her if she was hurt anywhere, to which she just shook her head before walking to pick her sketchbook up. They always knew she was quiet, but they knew that she was angry at the boy, so they took her sketchbook and just held her hand during the remaining of the trip. Little do they know, as they were walking, Colette was staring angrily at the room where Leo had disappeared to, a strange, prickling static electricity began to hum beneath her skin, making her grip on her parents' hands tighten. She wished nothing more that moment than to teach him a lesson.

Once Leo was well inside the portrait gallery (which was supposed to be off-limits), the heavy oak doors of the room closed in behind him with an echoing thud.

The nearby guards and the tour guide tried to open the door, but it won't budge. One of them even looked for the key to that room. His parents were practically shouting at the staff for letting their boy get trapped inside as they heard him banging on the door. To make matters worse, the temperature inside the closed off room plummeted so low, Leo was hugging himself and his teeth started chattering.

All of a sudden, the lights inside went off. Then every small spotlight pointed at the paintings
turned 0n, but the painted eyes of every single one cracked, shifting their eyes towards him eerily. The empty medieval armour suits even began vibrating.

Leo began to scream as he frantically banged on the door.

Everyone outside was terrified. Colette's parents suddenly locked eyes when they realized it was the boy that shoved their daughter. They looked down at Colette who was just staring at the door, as if she was just waiting for the theatrics to be over.

And when Leo was heard loudly crying, the lights inside opened again. The paintings and armours were back to normal as if nothing happened. Even the temperature went back to normal as the heater inside started working again. The staff gasped when the doors unlocked by itself, revealing a terrified Leo clutching his knees to his chest while swaying back and forth on the floor, sobbing.

His parents immediately rushed to get him, wailing at them as they tried to get him out of the museum to avoid causing any more scene.

When they walked past Colette's family and out of the Manor's main entrance, she tugged her mother's sleeves, asking if she was supposed to be able to do that. Her parents are now due for a long explanation for her back at their hotel. And maybe they sneaked in a little bit of that good old-fashioned Asian parent nagging for traumatizing a boy.