I'm doing Camp NaNoWriMo for inspiration to finish my book, To the Dark Room of Souls. I had posted an excerpt from one of the chapters and thought I would share it here as well. It is as follows:
It was eerily quiet – until it wasn’t.
Emily could swear she heard the faintest sound of wind chimes coming from ahead of her.
It wasn’t until she got closer to its unseen source that the sound became clearer.
It wasn’t wind chimes. It was voices, several of them. They were high and faint, rising to the ceiling and brushing at her ears from above.
Emily stopped.
Should she go back, call for the guard?
“Can we come out too,” spoke one of the voices.
“Will she be afraid?” said another.
“Oh, please hurry. Please hurry,” cried one in distress.
The deepest of these vocal raindrops spoke with decisive authority.
“It must be now, or it will never be.”
“Hello,” Emily called out, addressing the empty hallway.
Darkness answered her.
A black spot appeared in mid-air halfway down the passage. It grew, clawing and ripping at the fabric of reality to be born. It was a dark, ever expanding child, pulling itself out of the womb that it might come into being.