fuckyeahthelito:

There was a quiet sound behind her, the whisper of cloth against stone. She turned sharply and stared into the pitch, willing herself to see something—anything—before her imagination could go wild with horrific fancies.

“Is there someone there?” she demanded.

“You’re a pretty little thing,” a husky voice said from the darkness, startling her. It was much closer than she had expected, practically against her ear, and she flinched away immediately. “Much prettier up close.”

(from the forthcoming so i stayed in the darkness with you)

Guys, I’m having a BITCH of a time finishing this one. :C