An excerpt from my novel Otherplace:
What looked like a face came into view, leaning over her.
The features were plastic, but they were moving. And the eyes glowed yellow.
The thing had straight, black hair and was dressed in a soiled nurse’s uniform
that might have been white at one time. And the clothes were not the only
things showing wear. The plastic skin was decayed in spots, and what was
underneath seemed to be alive.
Emily let out a muffled scream.
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