The light flickered again, going dark for only a minute before returning.
The cloaked figure was now closer, roughly five feet away from Delilah. The light flickered again, darkening and then returning. The malicious being was now face to face with Delilah, hardly two inches from standing nose to nose with her. It’s ghoulish face stared back into her own. It’s moon-like eyes seemed empty and hollow, yet beheld a certain darkness within. It’s grayish skin was leathery and looked decayed, and yellowed teeth could be seen between cracked, parted lips.

     In remained silent, leering back at her, cold and unmoving. The light began flickering again but only slightly, never completely darkening the room.
The figure moved suddenly. It raised its right up upward in a jerking motion.
It held it’s right hand out palm-up before it, a boney, clammy looking hand with long skinny fingers. It was then that the strange entity smiled slightly.
The corners of it’s mouth turned upward slightly, it’s cheeks riveting with crooked dimples.

It suddenly grabbed her. It’s right hand lurching upward and grabbing her throat tightly in a cold, deathly grip. It’s long fingers squeezed tightly as it remained stiff and smiled leerily at her.