A delicious shiver ran down his spine, like a bolt of electricity. Thin lips curved into a sly smirk and equally thin eyes crinkled at the edges. The pupils of the strange man constricted and widened to the extent that white sclerae surrounded the golden irises. The boy turned around, only to see said man at his door, tilting his head back and cackling with brutal, malicious laughter - the laughter of a madman. A fork dropped from a lax hand with a clatter.

By Skye Lu, January 30, 2013.