He uneasily tugged the rug around his body, still shaking from the chill, the rain has to start now…and that creepy statue… it too had to be here! staring at him through those bushes.
He chuckled without humor, after all, its a statue.
A lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating every nook and cranny of that dying garden and dilapidated manor he has found as shelter of rain after his motorcycle died right in front of its gate.
The bushes around the statue made a loud rustle. He stared hard, eyes still blinded by the flash of the lightning.
Is that statue gone…?