A little extract from my current WIP (Work in Progress, to use a not-at-all pompous writer's term). Here, my hero gets creeped out travelling through Cappadocia.
'I started to sweat. Perhaps they dwelled here still. Perhaps they were watching us, that very moment, from their nasty little holes. When the light faded, they would come creeping out, hungry for fresh meat, and fall upon us while we slept. More beasts than men, I could almost feel their sharp, dog-like teeth closing on my flesh, the clutching hands and long, monstrously powerful fingers with broken nails wrapped about my neck, squeezing the very life from me...'What is he on about, exactly? Ah, you will have to wait to find out.
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