There she spoke, describing herself - in detail a medical journal might appreciate. And her words spilled forth and spat wicked splatterings of light and air, which resurrected small spheres of dust from nearby furniture.
I did not dare speak, for to break her manner might revive a terror awakening inside subtler communication - which for the moment hid within the tick tock noise of the nearby grandfather clock.
Silence on my part semmingly preserved my life, but only for the moment.
"Your very presence has awakened them, "she exclaimed, pointing a curved - dare I say fractured - finger toward my eyes.
My eyeballs rolled left to right and back again; my head held still and I attempted with a bit of failure, to quiet the beating of my racing heart.