The dark green leaves floated to the ground as the statue came alive. Its dead wrinkled hands came out of the black cloak. The face appeared. Big black bags darkened the red eyes. The yellow decaying teeth smiled. The glowing eyes widened as the white wrinkle hands pulled out a blood stained knife. “Come hear little girl,” said the old voice. “Come here”. She started to walk. I screamed. I ran. AH! I screamed as I tripped over a head stone. The head stone moved. A small hole appeared. I frantically hobbled over to it and crawled inside. There was a……….