There it was. Petrified, panicked, startled, I crept towards the bloodcurdling statue. I stared at it with horror in my eyes as it towered over me. The wind was a howling wolf. After composing myself I poked the wierd statue and stepped back, it didn’t move. I heard rattling in the bushes, I turned around, but nothing was there. I carried on walking when I felt a hand of ice leaning on my shoulder. It was the statue; it dragged me to a overgrown bush. Luckily I escaped from the statue. Soon after I fell into a very deep sleep.