The Labyrinth of The Angels:

Day IV part II:

I’m running through that labyrinth, but I stop. I know this is the end for me. An Angels grabs my arm. Well, or so I thought. It was actually a girl. Although lost in the labyrinth she seemed to know it off by heart. With her beautiful voice she told me: “Follow me, I know where they took him.”

While we were running I asked:

 “Who are you?”

“I think my name is Angela, and - I'm a weeping angel”

That was impossible, I felt my skin on hers, and she wasn’t a statue.

“You are not a statue!” frightened, I shook my hand, and she released it.

Quietly she turned and smiled at me “I understand how you feel, I was afraid too when it happened the first time.” 

“What happened?”

“One day, in your basement when you turned off the light I was going to turn it back on quickly, but my brothers were already gone, but...”

“But what?!” I replied with a bit of anger mixed with fear and curiosity; Angela didn’t mean to answer me and she kept running, she was the only person who could help me find my Uncle again, so I started running too, but Angela was too fast. When it all seemed over she came back, grabbed my hand and told me: “Don’t worry, I’m here.”

To be continued in Day IV part III for the end.