07-17-2006, 07:21 AM
Then his eyes locked, stunned, on the thing that was Regan, on the creature that was lying on its back in the bed, head propped against the pillow while eyes bulging wide in their hollow sockets shone with mad cunning and burning intelligence, with interest and with spite as they fixed upon his, as they watched him intently, seething in a face shaped into a skeletal, hideous mask of mind-bending malevolence.
... what? It's a sentence.
... what? It's a sentence.
If I were a creeper I would hide in... your closet. Or under your bed, you know, depending on the weather.