HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is one of my first fanfictions and I thought it would be interesting to do one about weeping angels. So here it goes! (I do not own Doctor Who, any of the characters or rights.)
I wake up with my heart racing and heavy breathing. I turn on the lamp and look around the room. No one but my sleeping cat, Eva, is at the end of the bed.
"Relax Heather," I tell myself. "It's just a bad dream. It's not real. It's not real."
I sigh glancing at the alarm clock. 3 in the morning. It's not the first time I've had bad dreams. It's happened since the second night here. Maybe it's just because I've moved in here and I'm still not used to being on my own. It's a new house in a different country once again. I've done it several times because of my job. Or maybe it's because I'm stressed out. I've been doing my best to put get the house ready and to live in it. But none of it explains why I dream about a crying statue...