Today I'm putting up a small excerpt of a character I've been thinking about in the last month or so. I don't have a full story yet, but I have been thinking of writing this into episodes. I'm still in my free writing stage with her, so here it is:
The stars twinkle at me as the heavy smell of mold and dying leaves from the undergrowth assault my nose and sinuses. To get through that undergrowth, I would need a machete and muscles; neither were in my tool box. The sweat rolled down y back and I smelled of humid days without the benefit of a shower.
The only reason I was standing on this creaky balcony was because the house had called me. The balcony could barely hold my weight. The weathered boards had warped and creaked under my boots. I wish this were a dream
I wish I knew why the house had compelled me here. I had rushed out of my car and slid through that underbrush to get to the house. The brush had scraped my arms and slashed my cheek. I am no princess to prick her fingers on a spindle and sleep for a hundred years.
Still it was too dark and too quiet.
I should have heard rustling sounds of nocturnal creatures. I should have heard an owl. There was nothing. The air pressed down upon me hard and heavy as I tried to breath.
I waited for it to appear. The thing that was tied to this house.
Yes, I am Eerie. My parents must have had an inkling of my powers although they must have hated me to give me that name. You may call me a medium, but I'm really a necromancer.