She froze there, not breathing, still half-bent toward the cold fireplace, her hand still extended. The glimmer of white at the window behind the sheeting blur of rain had been--she was sure of it--a human face. There had been eyes. She was certain there had been eyes staring in at her.
McKnight Malamar
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
The Storm
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3 comments:
Ha! I need to do this to my new neighbor this Halloween.
You know, welcome them to the neighborhood kind of thing.
A pumpkin fogger! great idea.
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Man!!!..those DIRTY dishes are Scaring me!!!!!!!
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