Haunted house

Confused

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I feel sorry for Mrs black the poor soul. She is so old and frail, and in a situation like this. It's just cruel. Pure cruel. So I will be the one to go up there. To prove them wrong. Mrs blacks manor is not haunted. What rubbish!

Again my defiance hasn't got me anywhere good. I'm suppose to be brave, to be the one whose not afraid. But I am. If I'm being totally honest, the manor looms black as always and I can see how these rumours are easy to believe. But I won't believe them. I won't. I won't .
So, with as much umph as I can muster, I stride out of my cosy village cottage and along the winding paths to Flint-wood manor. 
And up the steep gravel driveway. Darkness greets me as I heave open the gate. The wind slaps my bare face. And I wish I wasn't alone.
I'm not.
Two towering statues are lined on either side of the gate , watching me. Watching the new arrival In about 5years.
Bang
The gate slams shut behind me. I turn hastily around and try to pull it open.
It's locked.
I pull and pull but it just won't budge. I'm trapped and stuck with two statues that watch me like hawks.
I retake the opportunity to gaze around me. Other than the dust cloud that follows in my wake and the crunching of my heels on the gravel path, it is pretty silent. Eerily silent.
I quickly look behind me .
" I swear those were .... just... there. Oh it must be nothing," I mumbled to myself quietly, noticing that the two statues seemed to have moved.They couldnt have.They're just statues.
But it made me loose my sense of normality.
I bolted up the drive just as the door creaked open.
And there stood Mrs Black, stooped over
her walking stick
"Welcome Beatrice"