Weeping Angels - Mist dispersed

Evan felt something hit his face. A drop of water. Then another. And another. It was raining.

Evan was sure he heard a shout. It sounded like ‘Geronimo!’

‘Typical.’ Mr Martin laughed. ‘It’s raining again!’

The family couldn’t help but smile, even now, at the scariest of times.

The rain became heavier, as if they were under a waterfall.

The mist fluttered and turned. The rain seemed to make each purple particle swell and fall. The view started to clear.

The rain powerfully pushed the mist down, washing it from the atmosphere. A purple oil started to form on the ground and a heavy wind started to blow the fog away. This was the storm the Doctor had promised.

The Martin family stood rooted to the spot with fear. They were soaked through. They could see everything now.

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Tales of Terror, The Mist of Sorrow