It began on an evening that didn’t feel like any other. The sky was tinted purple not sunset purple, but something deeper, colder, as if the heavens themselves were bruised. You were walking home from school, bag hanging off one shoulder, you took the shortcut home, a dark dim forest... Cold and silent. Even though it said don't trespass you still did. As you made your way through the forest you saw it..

a tall statue... About 6'8

A Tall angel with Cracked wings stretched wide, half-broken halo faintly glowing, the surface of her stone shimmered strangely under the purple sky, like a mirage that refused to fade.

You stopped. Something in your chest tightened. Her face was turned toward you. Her presence was enough to kill you... Your heart rate quickens every second to the point it hurts

Your breath caught. You stumbled backward, dropping your bag.

her presence carved itself into your soul instantly. Her eyes were not eyes they were... Hidden, as if censored, or blurred out

So You ran, picking up your bag

Gravel crunched beneath your shoes, heart pounding in your ears, every few steps you risked a glance, she was behind you, gliding, her movements silent, smooth, wrong. her wings flapped, even though they were made of stone