All she could feel was fear. It was cold. Dark and enclosing, it gripped her whole body nearly overtaking it. She had no idea what these creatures were. Suddenly as the lights started to flicker, a hand tapped her shoulder. It was an urgent, repetitive tap.
“Normally in these situations I would whisper run, but as it’s the weeping angels, I suggest walking backwards slowly, and don’t take your eyes off those things,” the doctor spoke in her ear at barely an audible whisper. She walked slowly upstairs. When she was on the second floor, she noticed a note, a glow stick, and a big blue box.
Elise hugged her blanket tightly around her. She was thirteen, and had been insisting lately that thirteen year old girls used sheets, not blankets. The blanket was much needed comfort on a night like this, though, so she continued to wrap herself in the blanket. It was stormy, not the kind of night that put you at ease when you were having a weird week, and this had been one of the weirdest. It was always cold for one thing. There was a distinct chill in her bedroom that she didn’t remember being there. Her mom had gone mysteriously missing, and she missed her mother very much. And the strangest part of all was the dreams and the angels. She had been experiencing the same dream every night and it made her very uncomfortable. Each time she saw Paul Revere. “The angels are coming. The angels are coming,” he would warn. And it happened the same way every night. Paul Revere was followed by a quartet of stone angels all in a row that chased Elise. Every time she blinked they got closer, and they had sharp stone teeth that looked like the tip of a glacier or stalagmite hanging from a cave. When she blinked for a second time and could feel death in the angel’s touch approaching, she would finally wake. She would wake up sweaty and shaking. And the weirdest thing was that these angels looked like the four angels that had seen at her house and at the cemetery. If stone angel statues had a distinct look that allowed you to tell them apart, you would swear that both sets of angels looked the same and had the same distinct look. After the dream, she would go downstairs and see her nanny Eleanor sound asleep. Eleanor said she was going to stay at Elise’s house for most nights until Elise’s mother came back because Eleanor didn’t want Elise all alone. Elise would stay up convincing herself that there was logic to the dreams, that it was coincidence. Dreams where she was being chased meant that she was facing anxiety. She had faced a lot of anxiety because her mom had been missing for nearly forty-eight hours now. The dreams had started when the angels appeared because she was focused on the angels. The dreams were merely the work of her subconscious, Elise thought. But there wasn’t a bone in her body that believed that.
