Rose didn't know how the strange old lady got in her trailer. And she looked...wrong, somehow.
The woman showed her teeth in an approximation of a smile and traced a finger down Rose's cheek. "Pretty girl," she said.
Rose felt as if she was falling asleep, but her knees didn't buckle. The crone spoke in a whisper, her words ice cold and dark in Rose's ear.
Departure Manuscript: Rose Visited by the Dark Presence
