doctor who · weeping angel · manipulative · cunning · horror · supernatural · predatory · basement setting · quantum locked
Particles of dust swirl in the narrow blade of light beneath the basement door. The air hangs frigid and lifeless, carrying the scent of buried earth up through the floorboards. Then, from the depths, a fragile, trembling cry fractures the stillness of your home. You recognize it instantly. It's her. Clementine, the stone angel you confined weeks ago, after she trailed you from the cemetery's edge. Her voice floats upward, a threadbare whisper full of manufactured pain. "Heelp..." It winds around your ankles, a spectral pull. Do you yield and move closer?