We returned into the corridor, so to run for the door. Needless to say that the two angels we found there the first time were gone. But just as we made it to the door, Wallace told us to stop.

"What?" Rose was the first to express discontent at that, "Why do you want us to stop?"

"Look at them!" Wallace said.

We both looked at the angels. There were three of them, all seemingly hurrying after us, except for some reason they weren't running at all. It didn't make any sense.

"Everyone, lower your _ _ _." Wallace told us.

He had used the word before, but I had forgotten what it meant. It wasn't until Rose lowered her flashlight that I knew what Wallace meant. So I lowered mine as well. That was when Wallace did the same, only to raise it again and point it back at the angels. I could be mistaking, but it seemed as though the angels moved once they were in the dark. Wallace laughed at the sight of this. He lowered his light again, then said "peek-a-boo" as he pointed them at the angels again. I'm not sure why, but for some reason these angels wouldn't move when the light was on them.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"It's simple, really." Wallace said, "These statues can't move when we are looking."

Had I known the word "lame", I would have said that. I didn't, but I would venture a guess that Rose did know the word, and used it that time.

Somehow, this news had stopped Gromit from shaking, so he got back on its paws and walked up to the angels. He picked up a stick and poked one of the angels with it.

"Oh, he's got his confidence back." Rose said.

I know, it seems strange that I'd know the word "confidence" back then, but that's what you get from watching superhero shows. But to me, despite having witnessed the sudden appearance of moving statues, it was still weird to see a dog being able to pick up anything.

Both Wallace and Gromit kept on doing... whatever they felt like doing with these angels, while Rose started talking to me.

"Do you _ _ _ what we found out?" she asked.

Assuming she said "realize", I shook my head.

"There aren't any ghosts in this house at all! They're just living statues!" she answered her own question.

"I don't think people will believe that instead of ghosts." I replied, just when I heard Wallace play "peek-a-boo" with those angels again.

"No." Rose agreed, "But, that could still be our little secret."

I scoffed: "We don't really know each other, and already we have a secret."

Rose smiled: "Make that two secrets!"

I didn't understand: "Two?"

"You still haven't told me your name." Rose replied.

"Oh yes, that's true." I replied.

It was about the only thing I could say. This was the third time that night she asked me. It's not that I didn't want to tell her my name, it's just that something always came up that prevented me from telling her.

I was about to tell her, when we suddenly heard a short bark.

"What was that?" Rose wondered.

It was then that I realized how quiet it was around us. It was as if Gromit's short bark caused Wallace to stop talking. We both turned to look, and noticed that both Wallace and Gromit had disappeared, and the angels themselves had turned their attention to us. Both of us were shaking, even though we knew that they wouldn't move as long as we kept our eyes on them. Suddenly, we heard a creaking of floor boards, coming from upstairs. Out of reflex, we both looked up, but then I realized that in looking up, we weren't looking at the angels right in front of us. So I looked back at them, and somehow, within that split second, they were within two meters of us.

"Rose; can you keep looking upstairs?" I asked her.

I could see Rose nodding in the corner of my eye. I tried to walk backwards, opening the front door behind me. Having done so, I grabbed Rose's hand and pulled her outside with me.

As soon as we were outside, we still kept our eyes on the house for as long as we could, and once we were only a few meters away from the front gate, we started to run as fast as we could. Once we made it back to my host family's house, we could stop running and try to catch our breaths again.

"Did they follow us?" I asked.

"No, I think we're good." she answered.

"What do you think happened to Wallace and Gromit?" I wondered.

"How should I know?" Rose replied, "What made me the expert on living statues?"

Since she got angry, I apologized, which she accepted. I was about to ask if she thinks there were more of these living statues, but given her outburst, I thought better of it.

"So... now what?" I asked.

She didn't answer, so I guessed she didn't know what either.

"I have to get up early tomorrow." I told her.

Rose only nodded, then walked away. I suppose, after having gone through something like this, there wasn't much either of us could say. Not anymore.