Beth’s eyes widened in abject terror. The spinning saw hovered an inch above the top of Shannon’s head. The woman turned her head slightly to meet Beth’s gaze. More of her face poked through her drapes of matted hair, and Beth knew she was grinning now. Her smile inched upward, as the corners of her mangled mouth disappeared behind the strands. Beth shook her head, sobbing, pleading telepathically for this psychopath to stop. She wasn’t positive, but it looked like the woman winked just before lowering the
