Finally, a second chapter! A much to short second chapter, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!
-TheRaven813
A day after the disappearance, I was walking to the library, which unfortunately forced me to stroll past the Harking house. But as I walked past, I saw a flicker. A small shred of white was flapping in the breeze, barely being anchored by a rock acting as a paperweight. But that wasn't all. No, that wasn't all of it. The note was on Miss Hawking's doorstep.
At that moment I did something 100% stupid and very possibly illegal, as it was at the time a crime scene.
I walked up to the piece of paper, making sure no one was around. Then, I grabbed the paper, hastily shoving it in my pocket.
When I finally reached the library, I took it out, smoothing out the wrinkles and soaking in the elegant handwriting. It was a warning:
Don't blink. Blink and you're dead.
And, of course, I blinked, not comprehending the vague warning.
Then a few days later, the box appeared. And it brought a man with it.
The blue box. The blue box of miracles. The box that was the home of the most terrible and wonderful and most brilliant man that will ever live. The blue box that appeared a mere week after Mary Harking disappeared.
The strangest thing was, no one noticed it. No one except for me. People would walk past it, not even bothering to give the police box a measly glance. I guess everyone thought that some random antique dealer dropped it off, or the town officials were attempting to add some 'old-fashioned charm' to liven up the place after the grim mystery of the recent disappearance.
Personally, however, I believe people were simply lacking imagination. Refusing to believe that it wasn't a simple antique dealer or a failure to brighten the mood that plagued the town.
But I, I was determined not to be labeled as another dull and reasonable person. So on a warm summer night, after the box had been there for two days, I snuck out of the house. (I actually snuck out like they did in the movies. I even put the pillows under my blankets!)
I took with me only a flashlight to guide me through the humid darkness, which hit me like a sweaty hand as soon as I opened the door. I decided to ride my bike, which turned out o be a rather eerie experience. It was only me, single and solitary, only me as I pedaled through the empty town. No one was out. No mischievous teenagers prowling in the night, no police patrolling the area.
Everyone was afraid of whoever-or whatever- had managed to abduct Miss Harking so slyly.
I continued through the empty streets, the air planting kisses on my skin.
Then I saw it. Then I knew that Miss Mary Hawking was not crazy at all. Then, at that moment, as I slammed on my brakes, I was drowning in a terror so impossibly real and fresh it throbbed like a wound. At that moment I saw the statue.
The statue that was right in front of me. And not in the garden.
I stared at it for what seemed like an eternity.
Then, I blinked.
Then, it moved.
Then, a felt a hand grab mine, and two words whispered into my ear: "Don't blink."
"Why not?" I choked out, not even glancing at my hand-holder.
"Because then you'll die. You'll be gone like that other girl."
Alright, whoever this was was obviously not from our puny town, because he didn't know the name of Miss Harking. Plus, the accent the man had was a dead giveaway. No American sounded like that. What was a British man doing in our town? This place wasn't exactly a five star tourist destination.
"Don't look in the eyes either," he continued.
"I wasn't," I weakly responded. "What are we supposed to do, though? We can't just sit here and stare at...it...forever."
"Well, unless I'm wrong, which I'm not, you are the only one sitting here. I don't exactly have a bike." Whoever he was corrected.
"Really?!" Is this really the time to point that out?"
"Well, you aren't exactly making much of an attempt to make conversation. Now, when I tell you to close your eyes, do it."
" And why should I trust you?" I hissed.
"Because I'm the Doctor," he replied, as if that somehow magically explained everything.
Though at this point, I was running out of options, and this odd man seemed to know what he was talking about.
So when he said blink, I blinked.