A/N: This is a short one shot I wrote for the Weeping Angels in Doctor Who. All rights to BBC.

I step outside the door of the bar and lock it. It's 4 AM, and I've just closed the bar for the night. I am so ready to go home. Drunk guys have been all over me all night, and I'm really just annoyed and tired.

It's a short 1 mile walk to my apartment. I don't drive, because well... in New York, if you're not going far, you walk. Click, click, click. The sounds of my high heels on the sidewalk are all I hear. This part of town makes me feel uneasy. I walk quickly, my head down. As I walk past a fountain, I see something peculiar... an angel statue. And it's.. crying. I have a weird feeling about it, but I just ignore it and keep walking. After all, that was always there... right?

As I walk, I have this feeling something is watching me. I turn around to make sure someone isnt stalking me, and I again see the angel statue.

Only this time it's looking straight at me.

My heart beats faster, and my breathing gets shallower. C'mon, Hannah. You seriously think that statue MOVED? I say to myself. I turn around and keep walking, a little bit faster than before.

Iwalk a few hundred feet. I absolutely cannot get that angel statue out of my mind.

I turn around. The angel statue has moved again! It's about 10 feet away from me, reaching out with a terrible face. I'm fixing to faint. I can't breathe. Whatever this thing is, I need to get away from it, and fast.

I turn around and run. As fast as I can. I search for a building to hide from it, but I can't find one. I turn around again. It's gotten closer. This time its standing up, pointing at me.

I find a small bathroom attached to a restaurant. I run inside. Then, I see writing on the mirrors.

Beware the statues. Don't blink. -The Doctor.

Who the heck is the Doctor?! How did he know about the statues?

"Well, that little piece of information would've been helpful earlier, Doctor! Whoever you are!" I yell.

Then I hear something walk inside the bathroom. I lock myself inside a stall, and prop my feet up. I slow my breathing so if it's the statues, it can't hear me.

Something opens the stall.

I scream. It's the angel. It's pointing up at the light. What the heck is it doing?

That's when the lights start to flicker. I swear I saw it smile.

The last thing I remember is the lights going off.

A/N: So, review and tell me what you think. I am thinking about writing more Doctor Who in the future!