Challenge: Rewrite this sentence to make it as spooky as possible: The zombie was frightening.
Sandra leaned her back against the door, breathing heavily. She could still hear the zombie outside, but at least there was a thick wooden barrier between them now.
Heart still pounding, Sandra tiptoed over to the window, where she pointed her fingers between the blinds and spread them just far enough apart to be able to see between the cracks.
The zombie was pounding against the door. It had once been a woman: the long scraggly blonde hair fell over its shoulders, and sparkling bangles hung on its wrists, hugging the exposed bone. One arm seemed to be dislocated, peeking out of the cold-shoulder dress in a grotesque manner.
The zombie turned. It was almost like it was sniffing the air – or perhaps it was listening.
Sandra held her breath. The zombie began moving towards her – slowly at first, but then with more speed and determination.
The zombie stopped at the window and looked directly at Sandra. Its eyes had sunken into the sockets, but there was a fierceness burning in them. It zeroed in on Sandra’s eye, and its crooked mouth opened in a twisted smile, displaying broken teeth riddled with leftovers from its last meal.
Sandra jumped back from the window, trembling.
Then she heard the glass crack.