The Angel Statue

It was late at night, and Nadia was babysitting for the Johnsons, for the first time. They were going to be out late, but it was good pay, so she took the job.

Despite feeling a little under the weather, Nadia spent the evening playing board games with the three Johnson kids, and sent them up to bed at 8:30, as instructed. Then, she had the house to herself for two and a half hours.

Half an hour went by, and there was a soft noise from upstairs, a crack of the floorboards, perhaps. Something that indicated to Nadia that one of the three was up and around.

As expected, when Nadia reached the top of the stairs, the oldest Johnson child was up getting a drink of water.

Nadia smiled at him. "Let's get back to bed, huh?"

The kid smiled, nervously, back at her. "Can you tuck me in?"

She smiled and nodded, and followed him into his bedroom.

It was small, but cozy, and all three of the Johnson boys slept there. Fairy lights decorated the walls, illuminating the room even in darkness.

The only thing offputting to Nadia was the strange statue of an angel in the corner.

It was dirty and musty-looking, and the really offputting bit was that not only did it seem incredibly lifelike, but it looked familiar to her.

Sudenly, Nadia gasped, tripping backward. The boys looked at her strangely, as she collected herself and took the two youngest boys by the arm.

Though they asked questions, Nadia did not stop until they were across the street, and she called 911.

Because, though this was the first time Nadia had ever set foot inside their home, the face of the statue was unmistakeably her own.