while walking around this empty cathedral, you cannot help but feel a claw of pure dread well up inside of you, then you look at one statue, its creepily tall, with a gaping mouth, no eyes, and such realistic hands as its foreboding nature looks down on you, like it would at anyone, but then it did something you wish it didn't, it spoke, and says

Oh, its a visitor, let me guide thou to the light, rid your worldly needs and devote your soul to me, Little Lamb.