A/N: Well this is my first story on my fanfiction account, inspired from watching the Doctor Who episode 'Angels take Manhattan, though I'm not sure how much it will be alike! Also contains an OC who I will seriously try to not make into a Mary-Sue! And now, the story!
It wasn't every shadow.
It wasn't every statue.
It wasn't behind every door.
But, it could be behind any door. It could be any shadow. And it could be any statue.
But of course, she didn't believe in that nonsense. She didn't believe in monsters, or things that hid in the shadows, or beneath the bed. It was ridiculous. Aliens, perhaps. After all, who could deny it after seeing the Daleks and the Cybermen after they roamed the streets? But, that had to be it. It had to. There was no reason to believe that the shadows held secrets. No reason to believe that she should check over her shoulder as she walked through the streets. It was all in fairytales and myths, designed to keep the children quiet at night, make them behave or keep their imaginations alive and thrumming. But that was all. And that's all she'd ever believe.
Until that day.
The day when her life was flipped on its head. The day when everything she thought she knew was wrenched apart and tossed into oblivion, never to be recovered as her world was shattered. That day she learnt about what the universe really held, what was out there. How everything slotted together and what really lay in the darkness. What was there, just out of the corner of her eye. And that day, she met the man who would change her life forever.
A madman.
A madman with a blue box.
Short, I know, but hey, first proper chapter will be longer, I swear! Either way, review, follow and I hope you'll be back for chapter 1!
Indi xoxo