The Twisted Life Of Sally Sparrow

Prologue

Prologue

Her hands shook with terror as she backed away from the monster before her. She couldn't, wouldn't, believe that it was there; for if what she saw was true, her world was about to be torn apart.

She hadn't seen them for fifteen years.

Slowly, shivering, Sally backed away, her eyes never leaving the monstrosity as she reached the door, twisting the handle to open it slowly. As it swung open, she stumbled backwards, tripping over the front step and landing smack in the muddy trail leading up to the house.

There had once been three occupants in the house. She had known none of them, not at all, or even vaguely. But when the family had disappeared, of course she couldn't help but investigate.

Now she wished she had never come. It was obvious what had happened to the family now that the pieces were in place.

Her eyes itched, begging to close, but Sally knew that if she blinked, she would be dead before they opened again. Shaking uncontrollably, she got to her feet, fumbling for the mobile inside her pocket. Still, she didn't blink.

She flipped the phone open, thanking the stars that she had Lawrence on speedial. Pressing the button with as much force as she could she put the phone against her ear and listen for two tones until he picked up.

"Hey Sally!" Lawrence Nightingale called down the line, not realising the direness of the situation. "What's up?"

"Larry!" she shouted with relief, and slight frustration. "I'm at the house. The one I was investigating."

"Oh yeah! I'm just putting Martha and Angel to bed." Sally smiled weakly as she stared at the gaping front door. Martha and Angel, her two daughters. A chill ran down her spine. If the creatures escaped, came after her like last time, then both of them could die.

"Your being too silent, Sally." Larry said, worry entering his voice. "What's wro-"

"They're back!" she shouted, her vision becoming a mere squint as her eyes watered. "The weeping angels are back! We're all going to die!"

Finally, her lashes touched, for less than a second, but that was enough. Once they opened, the statue stood before her, arms raised, ready to strike, it's mouth stretched open so that every pointed tooth gleamed in the moonlight.

"Sally?" the phone buzzed. "Sally? Sally! What's happening?"

"I'm sorry." she whispered into the receiver. "There's one in front of me. Right now. I'll call you back."

Without waiting, Sally dropped the phone and backed away as quickly as she could. Reaching the gates, she began to walk down the street, the statue still in her sights.

Suddenly, from no where, a sound erupted behind her. She shrieked with fright, and turned around to see the one other sight she never thought she'd see.

The doors of the Police Box opened, and a man stepped out. "Sally Sparrow?" he asked.

Sally just nodded, too scared to speak.

"I need you to come with me."

"B-But where's the Doctor?" she stammered. The man before her wore a bow tie, his hair quiffed at the front. It certainly wasn't the time traveller from the DVDs. "And where's Martha?"

A girl appeared beside the Doctor in the doorway, and pointed behind Sally. "Trust me when I say that this man is the Doctor." she smiled encouragingly. "And I would do what he says, preferably before the angels catch up!"

"Angels?" Sally exclaimed.

She glanced back, and stepped straight into the box.

Two angels stood, frozen, on the street. Not just two weeping angels, though.

The same ones.

Someone had unlocked the Wester Drumlins angels.

Okay, I know this was a really bad debut chapter, but what do you guys think?

This might be a scary story, I'm not sure how it will go though!

Just to avoid confusion: this is the Eleventh Doctor and Clara, but Martha and Mickey will be introduced later in the plot!

Comment, vote, fan! :)