You were dared to go to a supposedly cursed house in the outskirts of the city. As you walk through it with a flashlight in hand, you see a bunch of eerily realistic statues.

Who would make things like this? It's weird you think.

As you round the corner into the lounge area, you stop dead in your tracks. A woman wearing sunglasses sits in the room, her body facing you. She wears a headscarf that appears to be moving.

"Well, well, well..." Valeria purrs. "Look what el gato dragged in."