Usually, these things happen in shows and books, not in real life, but here was Christine, being chased by angel statues, the sentence alone sounded loony, and almost outrageous, hadn't it happened to Christine.
Fleeing through the streets, trying to find respite from being chased, Christine struggled to keep up pace, unaware of where those statues went, but she knew better to stop, else she'll find out sooner than later where they went.
Her mind furiously trying to come up with ways of escaping them, how to get help, how to even remotely explain her situation, but the former proving difficult by the minute, as she can't even stop for a moment, fearing they're not far behind.
"Think… think… think!" Christine struggled, until it hit her, well it almost hit her, as she managed to stop herself in time.
In front of her was a door into a building, but it's locked.
Of course.
Fumbling, Christine tried everything to get the door opened, but her sweaty and shaky hands weren't helping her much.
Cursing under her breathe, Christine tried desperately getting into the back of whatever building it was in front of her, too committed now, and there wouldn't be enough time to get away, again.
She's stopped when she heard a noise behind her.
Immediately, Christine sharply turned her body towards where she ran from, nothing there, no person, no statue, just rubbish cans.
After watching horror movies with Auntie Lila, Christine knew better to turn her back, again, else those statues would get her, and she didn't want to picture what sort of malice those statues held and what they intended on doing to her when they catch her.
She can't have that happening, she promised her parents she'd be home for dinner.
"Please… someone…" Christine whispered softly under her breathe, hoping someone would save her from these statues.
She hoped this was a long setup for a prank, but even they had an end at some point, and the hosts usually wouldn't let it get this far without intervention.
That feeling of being watched came back with a vengeance and this time, Christine couldn't ignore it, this time, it was coming above her.
Her blue-silver eyes slowly moved upright to see…
Two angel statues climbing down the roof towards her, the way they were angled, and their arms frozen in place, it's as though Christine caught them mid-moving downward.
Forgoing her original plan, Christine fled away from the statues, once again trying to avoid them, trying to figure out a way to get help, but she can't get more than a minute to stop before those statues catch up to her.
Can't text, can't call, certainly can't get a passerby to help her, there's not much for Christine to do, and she's getting tired.
"Woah!" Christine yelped when a food cart nearly clips her as it slammed into the wall in front of her.
Stunned, she's sent backwards as she tried to get her footing, shock running up her spine as she sees the smashed-in food cart with the condiment bottles laying on the ground, toppings, buns, and different Frankfurts on the ground with the water leaking from where they were boiled before being grilled.
The built-in grill sizzled as the force from hitting the wall bent the propane tank underneath's nozzles, the hose twisted, and a flame slowly rising from the grill.
"Oh… oh no!" Christine couldn't run away from this if she wanted as she ran to put out the fire before it ends up out of control and the propane tank become a hazard.
Throwing caution in the wind, regarding running for her life, Christine had no choice but to work to stop the fire and disconnect the propane tank from the destroyed food cart.
It causes delay of roughly ten minutes, by then, the chaos almost made Christine forget why she was originally running, until she's faced-to-faced with one of the angel statues as she attempted to make her way home.
It cornered her from escaping it near a narrow path towards the Thames.
No way for her escaping it, unless she wants hypothermia and dragged under the currents.
Blocked from the only way out of there, the Thames on one side, a wall on the other, no ladder or anywhere for her to run to, Christine was trapped.
"What… what do you want with me?" Christine demanded to know why the angel statue and the other two statues were after her.
It didn't answer her.
Of course, creepy angel statues after her aren't going to answer her question, this one especially since it's just standing there menacingly with a chiseled set of eyes that felt like were watching her intensely.
The silence between them is deafening to Christine, the lack of response left her uneasy and scared of what they could be thinking about.
"You… You don't have to… kill me. Please don't kill me," Christine pleaded, still struggling, as she was afraid of it.
Again.
The silence persisted.
Trying not to show fear, Christine forced herself to speak again. "I… I can't fight you…" she whispered.
It didn't respond.
Still terrified for her life, and not knowing what to do, until Christine's blue-silver eyes noticed a ladder leading up to the fire escape.
She didn't notice it beforehand, but with the dangers at hand, she couldn't break eye contact with the statue.
And it knew this.
Though, given her options are limited and she wasn't in a swimming mood, maybe she can get to it somehow and get up to the rooftop.
What she'll do after she gets to the rooftop, she hadn't thought that far, but anything's better than being cornered by an angel statue.
And she doesn't know where the other two were, so that's a nightmare of itself.
Stepping closer, Christine tried eying the ladder, praying for the best, her heart was racing a mile per hour as she was afraid, she'd be killed if she jumped wrong. But, compared to whatever the angel statue had in mind, it might be the lesser of two evils.
"Come on, come on," Christine urged herself, taking deep breath, holding her breath to prevent hyperventilating, which would only hinder her chances.
Looking back at the statue, the expression on its face looked as though it was smirking, and with every second that passed, Christine felt more frightened.
A few seconds passed as Christine held her breath, and eventually, she took a step towards the ladder, it seems like it won't hurt, right?
As she stood next to the ladder, she could feel goosebumps rising, and her stomach dropped in panic as the angel statue followed her every move, despite its face unchanging, its eyes never blinking
Taking another step, Christine got the sensation that this statue, along with the others, is following her every move, and yet, they stayed hidden, waiting to strike.
Her hands outstretched, she's close enough to the ladder that she easily gripped the metal bars, while her blue-silver eyes remained trained on the angel statue seemingly staring straight, though that sensation Christine felt of it watching her hadn't gone away.
She took another step, and then another, each one bringing her nearer and nearer to her goal, each step causing her to take longer breaths.
Her whole body became rigid, her breathing erratic, her mind spinning in circles, all the while her feet felt heavier by each step she took, not that she noticed.
Now in front of the ladder, peering through the bars, the angel statue still in its spot, Christine took a deep breathe, and commenced her plan of escaping it, by climbing the ladder as quickly as possible.
One, two, three, four, five steps and then two meters, she got to the top of the first one, now with only two meters of distance between her and freedom, but she didn't dare look down to check on the statue.
Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine steps and then three meters, her head was already above the first one, she could barely reach the last bar on the top, now she has only one meter of space separating her from freedom.
Nine, tenth, eleventh, twelfth, thirteenth, fourteen, fifteen…
Christine almost sees the rooftop!
She doesn't know what she's gonna do, but anything's better than being trapped by the angel statue
Sixteen steps, seventeen, eighteen…
There! There was a gap in between the top of the third bar on the bottom and the top of the fifth one on the right of the stairs, now Christine could see the sky beyond, her fingers brushed against the bar closest to her fingertips.
Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three...
Yes!
She's on the rooftop!
With a final push, Christine managed to climb her way up to the rooftop, a relieved sigh escaping her lips.
Once Christine finally gained enough strength to stand, she turned around to inspect the situation, only to freeze.
Without hearing it, without sensing it, the angel statue somehow caught up to her, standing at the top of the ladder.
And Christine couldn't move, she just stood there, terrified to move for fear of what the statue might do.
Just as Christine tried moving, her feet refused to budge, the same thing happened to her arms.
In an effort to regain control over her body, Christine forced herself to take deep breaths, calming herself down by counting each breath in and out, she can't afford any mistakes now, not when it comes to escape.
With the help from her anxiety, the shaking and sweating subsided, making her able to focus on something besides what's happening.
But then, the adrenaline wore off, and the reality came crashing back.
She's on a rooftop, trapped by an angel statue, and there's no other way for her to escape from the rooftop that wasn't permanent or mutilating.
Certainly, can't scream for help, now, can she?
Not that anyone will even hear her over the sound of their cars, planes, and trains.
If she tried jumping from the rooftop to another close by, it'll give her some kind of distance from the statue.
And then there's also a possibility of injuring herself, or worse, turning into an accident black spot.
Imagine mum and dad seeing that!
It'll haunt them forever!
Christine shook her head furiously in an attempt to rid those thoughts of her mind.
It's too late to think, she needed to find a solution, fast.
But how?!
The problem was obvious, there was no way she'd jump from this roof, there is no way of getting away from that angel statue. It would surely catch her, and once it does, there would be no way she'd survive either!
Maybe, there's another way out of this situation?
Hopefully soon, as she noticed the two other angel statues finally caught up, now all three were on the rooftop with her and she can't get down or escape by jumping across to the next rooftop.
Seeing them cornering her towards the edge of the rooftop, it's evident they're putting her in a difficult spot.
Can't jump to the rooftop across from her, it's too far, and she'll just splat.
Can't jump to the bottom of the building, again, she'll just splat.
Kill a pigeon, maybe.
Don't know which is worse but given what those angel statues silently conveyed with their blank stares, jumping's not the worst thing that'll happen to Christine.
As she struggled keeping her eyes focused on the three statues as they somehow crept closer to her anytime she had to break eye contact to look at the other, Christine felt her heel go over the ledge.
They're getting closer now, Christine doesn't know what to do, and their faces changed from blank looks to sharp-teethed demons with angry scowls and their arms outstretched, attempting to grab her the moment one's closest to her.
No! No! No! NO! NO! NO!
"Stop, please stop!" she pleaded desperately.
The statues continued to get closer, the gap between the two sides starting to close, they were about a meter away, and the gap was getting narrower.
In flashes, the angels slowly advanced towards Christine with their grey arms outstretched, their contorted faces further frightening her as she tried keeping eye contact with all three, but it proved difficult, and the angels knew this.
Talking to them meant nothing.
They were intent on coming after her and nothing she'll say will change their minds.
Misjudging her step as she couldn't break eye contact, there's a jolt running up Christine's spine when she felt her body falling from the ledge, her blue-silver eyes looking up to see all three statues peering down, their faces still contorted.
For her, she braved the splat she'll inevitably leave behind when paramedics and the like find her body.
That never came to pass.
She fell, but she didn't hit the cold ground
… Well, she's not dead.
But she's nowhere outside.
Everything's different, now.
She found herself on the grated ground, not a splat spot, when she picked herself up, she heard a familiar set of voices.
When she turned her head, her blue-silver eyes twinkled as she instantly sees…
"Cousin Paul!" Christine proceeded to squeeze the man tightly.