Hey! This is my first fanfic, so I would love any tips or suggestions. I hope you enjoy the story! (Brooketown is a made up town, completely fictional. And I don't own Doctor Who.)
-TheRaven813
"Don't blink." That's what he said. "Blink and you're dead." That was all the advice he gave us. Nothing more. Just "don't blink.'" I only wished I had known exactly want he was talking about, and why the heck we couldn't blink. But if there was anything I learned from him, it was to always listen to him, because it would eventually save your life.
Too bad it didn't save mine.
It all started with a garden. A little cheesy, maybe, but it's true. The end of my life began with a garden. It was beautiful, but, tragically, it was little-known, and only those who dared to venture in the garden could savor its almost... heartbreaking beauty.
But it wasn't the flowers that made the garden so enticing and inviting yet seemingly forbidden. No, it wasn't the day lilies or the fragile roses or the fragrant gardenias or even the majestic geraniums. It was the statue.
The statue of the Weeping Angel. A statue that frightened all who passed the rusty gates of the garden. The statue that watched over the garden. Always.
Perhaps I should back up. The owner. The owner of the forbidden garden. Her name was Mary Harking. Miss Harking. She was only twenty-one, and was possibly the kindest soul you would ever meet in your life. She wanted to be landscape architect, as she had a truly magnificent God-given talent when it came to plants. Her garden was her pride, her joy, the only thing she had. She had no husband, no boyfriend, no children, not even a pet fish. She was all alone.
She had lived in the same little town her entire life, though. We all had lived there our entire life. We had always lived in Brooketown. It was our home, and it was safe. It always had been.
Then it started. No one ever suspected the statue. I mean, it was a statue. How could it move? It wasn't even a living thing!
When you were looking. Too bad we didn't know that.
The first to go was Miss Harking. But she didn't vanish all of a sudden. No, the angel played with her, like a cat toying with a mouse. She began claiming she had never bought the statue. It came with the house. But the creepy thing was that she said she had taken it to the dump many times. Yet every morning it was there, guarding the garden. Then she began to tell everyone that it was moving. It was getting closer and closer to her house. One day she even said it was peeking through the hands that covered the weeping face. And that it smiled at her.
Mary packed her bags, decided she needed to get out of town. She was going to visit with her mother for a while. But the night before she was supposed to leave, she disappeared, without a single trace. The police were astonished. Someone had committed the perfect crime. No fingerprints, no sign of a struggle. Nothing. The police even brought in the dogs, which only barked at the statue, attempting to give us a warning we wouldn't receive until it was too late.
And then, just one week after she disappeared, a little blue box popped in town. And it brought a man.