Weeping Angels - Mist of Sorrow

‘That fog keeps hiding the statue,’ Roxy said, staring at her Angel as purple smoke passed between them.

‘That’s not fog. It’s no accident or natural occurrence. That’s the Mist of Sorrow. It’s artificial and it’s on purpose. It’s a personal black-out. It’s a blindfold for you and your nearest and dearest.’

The lights danced on the radio.

‘The Angels are clever and devious. They love to hunt and they can only do it when they can’t be looked at. This isn’t a mist; this is their portable hunting ground. I’m doing what I can, but you need to stay in your car and you need to keep looking at them. Don’t even blink!’

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Tales of Terror, The Mist of Sorrow