Mistaken Identity

50 word fiction.......except with 51 words.......

"You're kidding?"

"Afraid not."

"How?"

"Number one, wooden stake through the chest. Number two, blown apart with silver bullets."

"Any thoughts?"

Shrug.

"Splatter?"

"Lots."

"I suppose this is my mess now?"

Another shrug.

"Honestly," he thought, heading towards the janitor's closet, "who goes on a killing spree in a wax museum?"