More NaNoWriMo stuff. In lieu of a real blog post, an except of what I just wrote about five minutes ago:
The girl at the top of the stairs was older than Kelly, four or five. Her skin was pale to the point that it looked white even in shadow. Her hair was long and black, falling over her shoulders. She wore a nightgown that seemed to come from another century. Her feet were bare, and streaked with black.
She stared down at him with eyes invisible in the shadows of her face, and beneath that gaze Jason felt a cold so deep that it burned.
“It will know you,” she whispered as she took a step down toward him. Jason clutched the banister so tightly that his knuckles went white. He took a step back even as he was consciously telling himself that he couldn’t be seeing what he thought he was seeing.
“It will know you,” she whispered very slowly, “and you will know it.”
Jason’s eyes widened as he realized that the girls eyes weren’t lost in shadow. They weren’t there at all. There was only a deep pit across her face where the eyes should have been, a pit dug deep into the skull. And in the darkness within it, something dark and glistening moved.
