Grabbing the stool to the left of Amy, Annie examined the pub. Nice. Familiar. Looked a bit like the pub down the road, actually.

"I wasn't in it. Just looking at it. Then I looked around and all the gravestones said my name. Creepy, that was."

Annie shuddered thinking about it. She had visited her actual grave before, but it had not bothered her as much as it did in the nightmare. Something about that dream just left her feeling cold. Well, colder than she already was.

"Statues that came to life? I swear I'd pee my pants if that ever happened. My mum used to take me to those art museums with the sculptures of the people. I'd cry the whole time."