Terror is a lightning strike, heralded by the thunderous creaking of a floorboard in the doorway. The apparition at her side flickers && fades into nothingness; she, a vulnerable doe, caught in the headlights. Her bones crumble to dust beneath the weight of his gaze. “ ––––– I’ve got a reasonable explanation for what you just heard. Or saw. Sorta, anyways. ”
@horribleluck gets a thing.












