P8: Howling.

Originally posted on Morbid Corvid:
The drone of the petite voice is unfamiliar and he turns to face it. The ghostly woman is fretful and weary, fiddling with a red-beaded necklace that encircles her wiry throat twice, her wispy spider-leg thin fingers ghoulish pale and jittery. Her lengthy black hair trickles down from a middle…

P9: Everyone.

Originally posted on Morbid Corvid:
Knock knock knock. Ashley’s hands are an itchy scarlet and cracked at the knuckles and fidgeting, coarse from icy desert gales and over-washing. This unclean thing simmers underneath the skin and counts the waxing hours down to the full white face of an apathetic moon. Her eyes are lost and…