Look for the mysterious man

Leanne felt more relaxed now the intimidating figure had vanished, but he hadn't caused her any harm. Besides, the terrifying shriek that had distracted her sounded like something she should avoid. Intrigued by the mysterious man she turned to head back through the graveyard. Hoping to come across the stranger again.

She passed by all of the gravestones. Nervously tiptoeing amongst them to the other side. She then noticed a strange statue she hadn't seen before. "That is creepy as fuck!" she whispered. Before shuddering at the sight of the stone sculpture. It looked human enough but the face was what made her look away. It was all sunken and distorted with hollow blank eyes and a slack expression.

Leanne looked towards the building. There was no sign of anyone around, which was a benefit given she was standing by the graveyard in nothing but her underwear. Suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck began to stand up and she turned back towards the statue. But the creepy figure was nowhere to be seen. Leanne froze as her eyes darted back and forth.

"How can it move?" she hissed anxiously. Had she just imagined it? She glanced at the building once more before a movement seen from the corner of her eye caught her attention. She peered to her right and immediately leapt back a couple of metres. Standing so close was the eerie statue.

She stared fearfully towards it. Unblinking and too terrified to look away in case it moved again. This wasn't possible, was it? It was just being in that place, especially so close to the graveyard. Her mind was playing tricks on her.

She kept her eyes fixed on the sculpture and slowly backed away towards the building. She reached the outer wall and slid across until she reached a window. Leanne peered inside cautiously and spotted two of the residents calmly enjoying an afternoon cup of tea. She darted from sight before peeking through once more. They hadn't seen her and continued their conversation. Oblivious to the half naked girl outside their window.

Leanne continued to watch them until, without warning, her bra fell from her breasts. She shrieked and clasped her palms to her suddenly exposed chest. Gazing down she stared at her fallen garment before bending down to retrieve it. But as she did her tight rear came into contact with something solid. She glanced back and cried out once more as she saw the creepy figure directly behind her.

She tried to run but something stopped her. As she struggled desperately Leanne noticed a bluish green metallic hand tightly gripping her waist. Her fight became more intense but she resisted the urge to cry out for fear of being discovered by the residents in the nearby room. The hold on her was too firm and Leanne was unable to free herself. All the while she felt the cool bronze surface pressing ever tighter to her perfect rear. The more she struggled the harder she wriggled her arse to the terrifying hard menace at her back.

She glanced back in terror and saw those hollow, black eyes staring into hers mere inches away. She fought vainly once more but despite her fear she suddenly became aware of something. There was no discernable pulling on her hips when she was facing the thing.

Bracing herself for that terrifying gaze she looked behind her. Again the tugging stopped. Only the cold surface remained on her soft skin. Swallowing hard she locked eyes on the statue. Fearing peering away for even a second could lead to unspeakable horrors. She wanted to look away almost immediately. Shuddering as those dead eyes saw into her very soul.

From the corner of her eye she saw movement in the room through the window. The two old ladies were preparing to leave. Without looking away from the sinister bronze figure Leanne took rapid deep breaths. There was still movement in the adjoining room and Leanne begged for the residents to depart with more haste. After what seemed like forever they were gone. This gave Leanne her chance.

With one hand she pushed the window and was delighted to see it open slightly. After another, more forceful push it opened further. Wide enough for her to climb through. She stepped beyond the grip of those metallic hands and stood ready to leap through the open window. Of course that meant diverting her gaze from the horror of that cursed figure.

She had to move fast. Placing her palms on the sill, she hoisted herself up and began scrabbling desperately inside before dropping to the floor. She was hurriedly back to her feet again. Slamming the window shut behind her just as that terrifying face appeared through the glass.

With a deep breath of relief she collapsed to the floor. Thankful that she had escaped from that nightmarish terror outside.