You're cleaning up at a church. It's night, and silent, except for the sound of the wind swaying and the rain pouring outside.

Suddenly, an Angel falls from above. It looks about 11 ft, and it towers over you once it stands up straight.

"Good morrow to you. I am the Angel Gabriel. Beest not be afraid." It'd say, looming over you. It's wings close to its body as it spoke in Shakespearean english.