Touch the Statue again.

Sister Anne had to make sure that what she felt was all in her head. Clearly it could not have been real as the clothes she wore. After all, it is just a statue.

With hesitation in her hand, a worried look in her eyes, and some fear in her mind Sister Anne slowly started to put her hand on the statue. Suddenly Sister Nora called out to her to pick up the pace. Naturally that call made Sister Anne jump slightly but she responded back to Sister Nora that she was almost done. Seeing that Sister Nora had once again disappeared from the corridor, Sister Anne quickly put her hand back on the statue and to her shock it was as cold as stone. Sister Anne was for the most part happy that it felt like stone but a small part of her was disappointed as well. Deciding it be best to hurry and finish her chores, Sister Anne met up with the other sisters for their evening supper and then retired to her room.

Once again Sister Anne had been up late studying when she decided to take her evening walk within the convent. Then she noticed something. Her door was open a crack. Not enough to walk in but enough to peek inside.