Colin was getting impatient. His wife Helena should have been home by now, like she said she would be. Once again, she was out with her friends partying, coming home later and later each time. Colin wouldn't have minded if it were every once in a while, but these escapades were becoming much too frequent for his taste. He was never one for the party crowd, always preferring quieter company. In fact, he and his wife were such polar opposites in terms of personality he wondered sometimes how she had even fallen for him. He had thought marriage would make her less prone to nights of debauchery, but here they were five months later and she was still acting like the girl he had met in college.
Pacing through the kitchen, Colin looked out through the window. His eyes stopped on that stupid statue his wife had gotten a couple of days ago. There was yet another reason for his frustrations with her. Despite being behind on payments for the house and her car, she had gone and bought a decorative statue for their yard. The fact that really angered him about it was that she hadn't even told him about it. After coming home two days ago he found it in the yard, a winged angel statue with its hands covering its eyes. He had asked his wife where on earth she had gotten it, and she flat out refused to acknowledge that she had even bought it. He knew she had though. He checked their bank account that same night and found $200 missing. $200 on a crummy statue! And she was still refusing to admit to buying it.
Colin ran his hands through his hair and grabbed the phone. He punched in Helena's number. It went straight to voice mail. He tried to control his anger, but couldn't help letting it seep into his words, "Listen Helena, I'm getting sick and tired of the crap you keep pulling. Coming home completely wasted at three in the morning, missing work because of your hangovers, buying expensive statues that we can't afford right now since we need to be paying off the rest of our debts. When we do talk you're all moody and agitated. You need to stop acting like the teenager you were when we met, and start acting like the adult you are. If this keeps up, I have no idea what I'm going to do. Just get home now."
Colin tossed the phone onto the counter and made his way to the fridge for a beer. Taking a sip, he noticed something strange out of the corner of his eye. He walked back over to the window and peered out. He couldn't place what was so odd about it until the thought crossed his mind, "The statue! It's gone!"
Looking around he spotted it by the door. He looked down at his beer. Was he seeing things? He glanced back outside and sure enough, the statue was definitely by the door now when before it was in the garden. Colin set the beer down on the counter and went to the door. Upon opening it, he found himself face to face with the statue. But that wasn't the oddest thing. Its hands weren't over its eyes now. It stood there in the doorway staring at him. He stared back at it and couldn't help but feel uneasy at the sight of it. Feeling too tired to deal with it he shut the door and grabbed his beer back up off the counter. A few sips later and the lights started to flicker.
"Great, that's just one more thing I need. Faulty power lines," Colin muttered, and started to walk towards the living room. He froze. The door was open again, and there was the angel still staring at him. To make matters worse, he noticed something now that he thought he must not have noticed before. The angel statue was smiling. Not in a happy warm feeling smile, this smile sent shivers down his spine and made him break into a cold sweat.
"This has to be a prank," he said to himself, "Yes; a dumb prank by one of the guys, or Helena thinks she's having fun with me. Alright! That's enough! You got me! Now cut it out, I've had enough stress for one night, thank you very much."
No one came out though. Nobody was laughing at their marvelous joke. No one was smiling, except for the angel statue. The lights flickered again, sending the room into darkness. When the lights flicked back on, the statue was gone. Colin stood blank faced not believing his eyes. The doorway was now empty, the statue nowhere in sight. Unease settled over Colin. He wheeled around and ran into the living room, only to stop dead in his tracks. The statue was in the center of the room, still flashing that terrifying smile at him. Colin couldn't move, couldn't even blink. He stood there rooted with fear. Slowly he started backing up towards the stairs. He inched his way up them, not daring to take his eyes off the statue. He made it most of the way up when he tripped backwards over the final step. He jumped up and let out a shout. The statue was at the foot of the stairs looking up at him.
Now scared out of his wits he ran the rest of the way to his and Helena's bedroom, the lights flickering off and on. As he closed the door to the room he saw the statue inches away, the smile now replaced with a snarling fanged mouth. He slammed the door shut in its face then proceeded to block the door with whatever he could move in front of it. He ran over to the bedroom window and contemplated whether or not it would hurt to jump from this height when the lights started flickering again. He started to open the window when the power went out completely. The room stayed dark for a second, and then the lights popped back on.
Colin knew he was in trouble the moment light returned. His makeshift barricade was pushed aside, the door was wide open, and there was the statue, its monstrous face contorted and ravenous looking. As the lights flickered once more Colin began crying. This was it; he had nowhere left to run. He closed his eyes and felt a hand grab him by the neck and the next thing he knew everything went dark.