An Evening with the Doctor
A/N: Before I start, I want to dedicate this story to Elisabeth Sladen, who sadly passed away on the 19th April. In my opinion, we have lost the best Doctor Who companion in the series' long history.
On with the story.
Chapter 1: Night Patrol
Terry Yates pulled down the metal blinds on the Dinosaur exhibit and strolled off down the corridor, checking if there was anything he missed. He whistled as he went, turning his head this way and that. The Natural History at night always creeped out his co-workers, but he always preferred the dark.
He heard an odd noise behind him. A shadow breathing was the closest thing it could resemble. He turned, pointing his torch into the darkness.
He yelled a mandatory, "Who's there?", narrowing his eyes to see if there was anything hiding in the darkness beyond. He shook his head and turned back, resuming his walk down the corridor.
The shadow breathed again. He spun around faster this time, his firm grip on the torch beginning to shake a little. He slowly turned and took a deep breath. He began to talk to himself, pacing faster.
"Come on Terry. Bloody hell. There was nothing in here the other nights and there is nothing in here now."
He laughed nervously at himself, as he rounded the corner.
"What, do you think a monster is just going to jump out and-?"
The last thing Terry saw was a stone statue bearing it's claws at him before his neck was snapped and hordes of shadows started breathing all over the museum.