It was just after midnight but Charles, a middle-aged man with thinning brown hair and scruffy chin stubble, was still cleaning the museum grounds. It was dark and getting very late but he didn't really care, he was mostly angry about the fact that the kids kept leaving trash all over the grounds and moving the outside sculptures around. Charles was just picking up a small candy bar wrapper when he heard a sound.
The sound was like someone dragging something stone across the ground.
"Damn kids." he muttered to himself and then cleared his throat and shouted, "I can here you moving that sculpture around! If you don't leave now I will call the cops and then you'll be sorry!"
He reached down to his belt and pulled out a flashlight, turned it on, and moved toward the direction of the sound. "Come on out now!" he shouted and shined the light in front of him.
After scanning the whole yard he didn't see anything, no kids and none of the sculptures had been moved, but what he did notice was that the front door to the museum was left wide open. "I swear to God!" Charles yelled in the direction of the door, "I will call the cops right now!" and then he made his way into the dark museum.
The only light inside the building at the moment was the beam of light coming from his flashlight, which pierced through the dark. He waved the light through the pitch black foyer until he rested it on the service desk. On the desk was a phone.
As Charles was walking towards the desk he heard the sound again, this time a lot closer. "If you kids don't leave right now, I will-" he turned around and his mouth went dry. Standing behind him was a very detailed statue of an angel. The statue stood six meters away, and its hands covered its eyes.
Confused, Charles looked around and thought to himself, "That's not right, that wasn't there just a moment ago..." he looked back and the statue was closer, it's arms out to it's side, as if beckoning him in for a hug and a smile on its face. "What in the hell?" he gasped and took a step back. He turned around and walked toward the phone to call the police but was once again interrupted by the sound of stone sliding across the floor.
When he spun around the statue was a mere foot away from him, it's arms outstretched towards him and it's face was pure horror. It's lips were pulled back revealing sharp angled teeth, the eyes completely blank but looked into his soul, and the skin around the eyes and mouth was crinkled. Charles let out a loud scream of terror and turned around ran towards the door.
Just as he reached the door he noticed another angel statue standing in the doorway. The statue was completely identical to the one behind him. Looking back he noticed the one he ran from was right behind him again. He looked back at the one in the doorway but it wasn't in the doorway anymore, it was right in front of him. He let out another scream and dropped his flashlight, which broke on impact with the floor.
With the flashlight broken there was no source of light in the foyer, meaning Charles couldn't see the statues at all, but he could hear them moving toward him. He felt a cold stone hand grab his shoulder and he let out an incredibly loud scream for help, but half way through forming the word, "Help" his scream was cut off.
