The library I work in owns three mannequins of the older, eerie kind with faces that look a little too human. They frighten children so they were put in the book storage, wearing bizarre clothing and standing in odd poses.

After twenty minutes of searching through the rows and rows of shelves in the oxygen-free room, with the odd shadows and strange noises, those mannequins begin to occupy more and more of your thoughts.

Thanks a LOT, Doctor Who...