Wordsmith Wednesday (#2)

The objective:
Show us a scene from your current project. It can be creepy, adventurous, romantic, etc. Just a snippet to let readers see what they're in for!

The guidelines:
* Must be from a current work-in-progress (WIP). Nothing already published.
* You may choose from any section of the manuscript, but be mindful not to include spoilers.
 * Keep it clean and YA audience friendly, please. No erotica.
* Stay under 300 words or about one page. It can be as little as a few lines if you prefer. We just want to give readers a chance to see everyone's selection.
* Link back to Chirenjenzie to enjoy others' work as well!

Here's a snippet from my newest WIP, which is still untitled at the moment. It's a MG ghost story. Hope you enjoy it! :)

Movement on the third floor caught his eye. He stopped and looked up, finding Matt now on the third floor, waving once more.
But he wasn’t the only person at the window.
Behind Matt stood an older woman, dressed in a black dress that buttoned all the way to the neck, a delicate brooch at her neck. Her dark hair was pulled back, and her severe eyes were staring holes right into Austin.
A cold chill coursed through Austin, and his mouth hung agape. Matt’s laugh was silenced by the height and panes of glass between them, but he seemed to think that Austin was shocked by his appearance. Matt turned to come back downstairs, and when he did, Austin expected him to run right into the woman.
He didn’t.
Matt walked straight through the woman, whose figure rippled like water, as though a pebble were thrown into the still depths and caused waves. When he’d passed completely through the woman, Matt stopped and turned back to the window once more, confusion clearly displayed on his face. He rubbed his arms as though he were cold, and then disappeared into the room once more, leaving Austin even more confused than before.
Austin closed his eyes and reopened them, assuming he’d imagined the whole thing.
He hadn’t.
When he opened his eyes once more, the woman was standing in the third floor window alone, even more menacing than before. Her teeth were bared, and she looked half-crazy.
Mandy’s voice broke the eerie feeling that still surged through Austin’s veins, and he pulled his eyes from the third floor. “Austin, are you just going to stand on the sidewalk all night?”
He shook his head vehemently, and for a final time, looked to the third floor.
No one was there.

There you have it, folks! What do you think? If you're a writer, take part in the meme, or add a little of your latest WIP to the comments.

Hope everyone is having a great week!

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