My girlfriend left one of those cardboard standup weeping angels in my apartment this afternoon.
I apparently have the memory retention of a goldfish or it’s part Silence, because I’ve been spooked by the damn thing no less than five times tonight. At least I know I have a healthy fight reflex.
I s2g I’m going to take that thing and stick it in her shower. Just as soon as I can figure out how to fold it back up. >_>
In the meantime I’ve blindfolded it for safety.
Oh God I would scream. Not going to lie. No one ever do this to me >.<