A little snack

[Eve Hill]

In the darkness of a small, windowless room, a silent figure crouched on the floor in front of a tiny hole. Dust motes danced in and out of a beam of light shooting up from the hole. Sounds filtered up with the light.
Two voices. One deep and angry. The other higher and shaking with fear.
"Why? Why would she do this?"
"Who knows with her! She hasn't made sense in years now."
"Yeah, but this?! This is too much!"
The figure leaned forward, head tilting. A smile.
Footsteps from below.
"I don't know what to tell you." The deep voice sounded tired, and a little uneasy. "Let's just go. We still have a lot of work to do."
"Do you sense it too?"
A pause. "Yes."
A shiver of pleasure at the fear in that deep voice. Teeth bared in the darkness. Faint, skittering sounds in the walls. Then silence. An odor of rotting garbage drifted through the now heavy air.
More footsteps now. Hurried. Panicked. Then the sound of a door being jerked open and slammed shut.

Suddenly golden light filled the room. Startled, the figure looked back over a dusty, hunched shoulder.
A tall woman stood in a stone arch doorway that had appeared at the other end of the room. A puzzled frown creased her forehead.
"What are you doing?"
The figure stood up slowly and turned to face the doorway.
"Nothing." The vaguely childlike voice held a wet, ripping undertone. Huge, black eyes stared innocently up at her.
Eris's eyes narrowed. "Don't ruin your appetite. I have something brewing."
The light vanished.

[Don Coyote]

I feel terrified. Thanks.

[Eve Hill]