In an intense scene, chaos ensues at the Wax Muse­um as the Witch implodes, lead­ing to a fren­zied reac­tion from those present, includ­ing Jim, Will, their father Charles Hal­loway, Mr. Dark, and a crowd of onlook­ers. The Witch’s fall sends shock­waves through the audi­ence, with Jim gasp­ing for breath among the wax fig­ures while Will is awak­ened from his sleep on the plat­form, scream­ing in hor­ror.

Charles Hal­loway takes aim with a smok­ing rifle at the now-invalid target—the Witch. Mr. Dark reacts with a false sense of con­trol, deny­ing the sever­i­ty of the sit­u­a­tion as he pro­claims that the spec­ta­cle was mere­ly an act. The atmos­phere is thick with ten­sion as Hal­loway’s mix­ture of sur­prise and relief sets in while he observes the after­math. As they strug­gle to ascer­tain the real­i­ty of the Witch’s state, Mr. Dark tries to manip­u­late the sit­u­a­tion, involv­ing oth­er car­ni­val freaks in a macabre imi­ta­tion of reviv­ing the seem­ing­ly life­less body.

Amid the con­fu­sion, doubts rise regard­ing the Witch’s condition—was it shock or some­thing more sin­is­ter? The crowd’s mur­murs sug­gest grow­ing hor­ror as they try to make sense of what has tran­spired. Hal­loway grap­ples with the weight of the moment, reflect­ing on his shot’s pos­si­ble dead­ly reper­cus­sions.

As the car­ni­val lights begin to fail, Mr. Dark insists the show is over, attempt­ing to dis­perse the crowd while urg­ing them to return home. Hal­loway, full of urgency, search­es for Jim, real­iz­ing he remains in dan­ger. He push­es for­ward despite Will’s pleas for cau­tion, drawn to the Wax Muse­um where Jim stands frozen in fear.

The maze’s eerie glow becomes their back­drop as both Charles and Will nav­i­gate the unnerv­ing atmos­phere filled with shift­ing shad­ows and flick­er­ing lights. Hal­loway, com­pelled by pater­nal instinct and the chaot­ic sur­re­al­ism sur­round­ing them, plunges deep­er into the maze, deter­mined to find his son amidst a dis­ori­ent­ing blend of hor­ror and self-reflec­tion. Con­fronta­tions with spec­tral fig­ures emerge, mir­ror­ing their deep­est fears and psy­cho­log­i­cal tur­moil as all lights even­tu­al­ly go out, leav­ing them ensnared in a trau­mat­ic silence.

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