Through an opening in the wall
he could see her, lifting the table
with one hand, devouring a chicken
in the other. When she looked
his way, he wondered if she could
see him, or at least see his open eye
looking at her from that tiny little hole.
The thought of her approaching him,
frightened him, but looking into
her stange world, her terrifying
house, her gothic furniture,
thrilled him to death.

Rafjan Sing, The death of the monster
An unpublished publication death