This is my first attempt at a longer story, rather than one shots, so I'm sorry if the chapters end up too short, I'm not very good at knowing when to stop writing one chapter and begin writing another.

The story is set after the Big Bang, so Rory and Amy are married and still travelling with the Doctor. I rated this story T just to be safe, I'll change it depending on whether or not I decide to include certain themes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who (no matter how much I wish I did) or any of the characters in this, they are owned by the BBC and Steven Moffat (who is legendary) and this is completely fan-made and for entertainment purposes only!


Chapter 1: Midnight

The night was still. There was no wind making the leaves rustle, no cats skulking outside, no owls calling out. It was as if the whole world had gone to sleep. There were only the still trees, and the seemingly empty houses, and the moonlight shining down, like a giant spotlight seeking out disturbers of this eerie peace.

The street was normally quiet enough; it was right next to a park, away from the noise of the bustling centre of the city. The park was usually bustling with families during the day. The trees decorated the green lawns and offered shade to picnickers on hot days and there were quaint little flowers growing in rings around the trees, like an accessory, causing little children to smile and point in delight, claiming the flowers were planted by fairies to protect the trees. No one would climb the trees for fear of trampling the perfect ring of flowers.

But at night, all the families had gone; the sunshine and warmth had melted away. The trees became obstacles for passers by and to the people that only dared to watch, the trees appeared to be concealing something, and they acted like they were hiding a secret. The flowers now stood as soldiers ready for battle, ready to protect the secret of the trees.

One house overlooked a ring of trees by the edge of the park. It was a normal house, with a wooden door and five windows facing the park. The girl was on the top floor in her bedroom. She'd fallen asleep in her armchair; a light torch had fallen on the floor and a book was held limply with her arm resting on her lap. Her dark brown hair was ruffled up and strewn across the back of the chair. Her face was calm and she was breathing deeply, completely relaxed.

Her room was small but it suited her. It was painted a light sky-blue colour. Her bed sat in the corner and there was a large window half covered by a bamboo blind, leaving only a crack at the bottom letting the moonlight in, on the wall opposite. There were plenty of shelves filled with books and treasures. Her desk was cluttered with bits of paper, drawings, pens, pencils, books and various other bits and bobs that she had gathered throughout her short life.

The only odd thing about her room was the fact that it seemed every clock in the house been dumped here. They had all been gathered and placed side by side; all of them had varying times, only a minute or so out of sync, the way clocks normally are in a house. It was strange to see such an assortment of different clocks together, there were digital alarms, classic looking ones, large wall clocks propped up by a stack of books and watches lying in a neat line across the floor.

One of the alarms went off, saying it was 11.58pm. The girl sat straight up; the once relaxed face was now filled with determination and a hint of fear. She slid off her chair and grabbed her torch, crawling across the floor to the window. She checked the various times on the clocks, turned, and reached up to peer over the edge of the sill at the circle of trees, her eyes searching. She waited.

Then every single clock ticked and changed simultaneously to midnight.

That was when they appeared.

Her eyes grew wide as she watched them stand in a circle. Her breathing grew faster and louder and she cursed herself for daring to breathe.

One turned its head towards the house, and its eyes bore into hers. She ducked and closed her eyes, not believing that one could have seen her, be was being so careful! Slowly, she lifted her head to look out again.

They were no longer standing in a circle. Now they were standing in a straight line, staring up at her, their heads cocked to one side, the moonlight illumining their terrible, angry and curious faces.

She backed away from the window, terrified. She humped into her bed and pulled the blanket over her head, praying for them to leave her be, she hadn't meant any harm, all she wanted to do was to see them properly… to know what they looked like.

She kept on waiting, not knowing what would happen next.

Slowly, her breathing began to calm down, the longer she waited.

"They just wanted to scare me," she thought, relaxing slightly.

Then her door creaked open.

She couldn't move.

It was them. She knew it. Her blanket was slowly pulled down and her head was turned to face them. And in the moonlight she could see their faces, now smiling cruel smiles at her.