Six Sentence Sunday: WIP: Death's Dance

Here is a short tidbit to my latest work in progress. It's my first horror novel in a while. Setting the scene, Kerstin is a psychic who has been haunted by one entity for years that appears in her dreams. Now it seems he has stepped out of them. Enjoy!

He was close enough I could make out the folds in his cloak, see the tears in the fabric of his hood. It seemed someone had raked their claws through the black cloth and left it to hang in tatters around his form. He reached out to me, getting ready to touch my hand. Time slowed as he approached and the fog in the mirror thickened. I tugged on my hand again, but it didn't come. Everything in me had assumed that his hand would be skeletal, but it wasn't