#aaaaaah!

I know it is bad style to say that about something you made yourself but…

You guys (gn), guys, guys, oh my goodness.

I am so stoked — I'm a freaking month behind schedule for my book right now, but I FINALLY am getting to the creepy/scary parts.

I got tagged by @tildeathiwillwrite and I'm gonna do the last couple paragraphs because I wanna give a little context, but anyway, yeah, I'm stoked.

This is the second scare in the book; horror fans, please tell me how I did.

She looked down and stomped her foot on one of the flat stones. This, at least, felt strong. Looking to the not-huts again, they were probably better than being out in the open, where Ketroas had landed and tucked his head. She could pick one of them to stay in, out of the rain, out of the, or, actually, there was no rain. Still, there was no rain. No rain, no bird or frog song, no movement at all. Even without a roof, she knew she would feel safer within some kind of walls. The weight of the totem in her pocket shifted as she walked towards one of the not-huts.

She nearly tripped when a wall of warm air suddenly blew past her in the open path.

The sky opened up all at once, and rain poured down so thick and hard that she almost fell over by the sheer force of it. She cried out as she grabbed her hood, but the sound of water on stone was so loud it completely drowned her out. She could feel her clothes going cold, and water ran down her shoulders where her hood had fallen for a moment. She stood, huddled down in her earth stance, completely senseless in the roaring downpour.

And then it stopped.

Shryth was panting, shuddering in the cold, listening to water stream off of the broken not-huts before her. She looked around, a tiny stinging between her shoulder blades setting her on edge. She searched for whatever it was, through holes in walls and around bends in the path, not moving her feet, sure there was something nearby. Something watching her. Something looking directly at her. She looked over her shoulder to see Ketroas, his feathers wet and frayed and dripping, looking around into the skeleton forest behind him. She looked forward again. The noise of running water had already died down to a small crowd of trickling drips.