Where’s that Walkie Talkie? Did I leave it in the bathroom? The Old West?Ģ:30 a.m. She’s disappeared completely into the pit. I know at any moment she’ll jump out at me. She’s thinks the Ouija Board was a joke, so she’s just getting back at me. I ask another question: “Do you mind that we summoned you?”ġ. My wife throws her hands off the planchette. We sit down, put our fingers on the planchette and I ask, “Is the ghost of Victor Kilian here?” I race through the museum to the foot of Bette Davis. She has no interest in this-but she loves me, so she indulges my idiotic whims. “We’re summoning the ghost of Victor Kilian,” I declare. And-what’s this upon the inflatable chair? A Ouija Board! When we leave, we pass a room that my wife says is decorated exactly as hers was when she was a kid-NKOTB bedspread, 90210 and “I Want to Believe” posters, a Teletubby on the bed. We lounge here for a while, drinking wine in the pit as if it were a hot tub. That’s also where there’s a giant ball pit that overlooks Hollywood Boulevard. My wife wants to go to the ’90s room-that’s where Snoop Dogg and Tupac inexplicably hang out with Selena, who apparently is the most popular of all the wax figures (fans actually line up to take a picture with her). ![]() We put on our pajamas, bathrobes and slippers (both provided by ), grab a bottle of wine and leave our room to wander. ![]() It’s starting to get genuinely spooky in here. We go into the virtual escape room.ġ2:30 a.m. Like in the movie Waxwork.” He ignores me. ![]() “Are they modeled after the employees?” I ask. There’s one taking photos on the third floor. There’s a wax statue here of a man wearing a virtual reality headset. One of them offers to take us to a virtual reality escape room. They waited until the last guests have left. Earlier, there was music playing throughout, but they’ve now turned it off. The gates have been lowered and we need to call to enter. She’s not amused by this dinner conversation.ġ0:45 p.m. I tell my wife about this movie from the ‘80s called Waxwork where wax statues come to life and one by one turn people into the exhibits. I showed up in a good mood and I’m still in a good mood. I live in Los Angeles, so it’s a little strange to be eating in a restaurant full of tourists, but it’s nice that this experience comes with grub. It’s next door to Madame Tussauds and it’s part of the package. And a few staff members at Madame Tussauds have seen his apparition hanging around Bette Davis, who he worked with on All This, and Heaven Too.ġ. They say his ghost wanders these parts-he’s even been spotted next door at the Chinese Theatre. “You know, has anyone ever seen anything strange?”Īnd so he tells me about the ghost of Victor Kilian, an old character actor who was beaten to death not far from the museum. ![]() “Does anything unusual ever happen here at night?” I ask. “There will be a night manager and if you need anything, you’ll have a Walkie Talkie.” “Well,” he says, “you’ll have free reign of the museum all night.” I ask our guide what the plan is when we return. We’re heading out of the museum to go to dinner. And there, next to them are It balloons, the Poltergeist television, Jack Torrance’s “Here’s Johnny” door, and over there Hannibal Lecter is standing in the corner smiling. There’s Bela Lugosi as Dracula and Boris Karloff as both Frankenstein’s monster and the Mummy. This is not a cheap knock-off horror like in every horror film about a wax museum-from Vincent Price in House of Wax to Paris Hilton in the remake of House of Wax-but the real deal. A couple of years ago, some drunk guy punched the Rock in the face and shattered him. INSIDER TIP Each wax figure costs $200,000-and even though you can touch them, be gentle.
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