Plum, The Statue (lz)

Plum scrunched up her face in mock defiance. She'd had a bit to drink, but she was having too much fun to care. Her friends were all looking at her now.

"I'm not scared! It's just a silly old mansion," Plum declared.

"If you're that sure then why don't you prove it?"

That was the last thing Plum could really care to remember. Now she stood here. Behind her, her 'friends' egged her on from beyond the closed gate. Before her, down the long driveway, was the mansion. It was huge, and creepy. It had been abandoned for decades.

There were so many stories - They said it was haunted. They said people entered, never to return. They said there were screams and wails.

Plum declared it all hokey.

And now she was here.

A chilling gust of wind finds its way into her hoodie.

Maybe she should just swallow her pride and turn back... It does look... pretty scary.

Plum looks back.

Her friends are shouting something unintelligible at her.