Just Stone

He stood at the end of the hallway in the hotel just looking at it. His mind told him that there was no way a sculpture could just appear. As a science teacher, though, his curiosity was up. There had to be a logical explanation. He must have simply not noticed it before. He inched towards it, holding his breath. Even though he was a logical person, he was still human. Still run by human emotions. But why was he so terrified? It was just a statue right? However, he could not shake what he was feeling. He was now standing a foot in front of the face of a young boy on a pony. Reaching out, he knocked twice on the cold, stone surface. Definitely marble. It resonated with a hollowness that oddly unnerved him more than it calmed him. "See," he told himself, "just stone." He repeated this, trying to ignore the hot bursts of air he suddenly felt on his left hand. The hand directly in front of the pony's nose.