You continue on your own.

"Brianna you're a fucking bitch!" you yell, fighting down the feeling of atavistic dread of being alone in this creepy old house. There's no response, and you stifle a moan of rising panic. You give yourself a shake and a mental talking to, telling yourself that you haven't been afraid of the dark since you were a little girl, and there's no need to start now. You'll show that stupid bitch. You'll explore on your own and tough the night out, and if you get a chance to scare her you'll make sure she pisses her pants.

With that thought you press your lips together and steel your nerves, flashing your light around as you continue to explore.

The next room contains a collection of furniture, and another statue set in an alcove. You give a shiver as your light plays over it, wondering what kind of person would pick this for a decoration. This depicts some kind of caterpillar like horror, with the addition of four clawed arms and two reptilian feet. It is risen, its bulbous head seeming to search the room for pray. Steeling your nerve you stand in front of it and take a selfie, quickly stepping back from the statue when you're done. Looking at the picture you see that you look more than a little frightened, and the statue seems to loom over you as though about to devour your tender body.

You shake your head and step further away from it, heading towards one of the two doors in the room. You feel an urgent need to get away from the statue, and though you tell yourself you're being silly, you don't hesitate to grab the handle of one door and pull it open.