Inky Gaze

Alone in the house last night, I busy myself with a drawing.
The drawing is of a purposefully fictional face. This is a drawing of a woman who has never existed. It is a windy night. Sudden squalls of rain add to the air of foreboding as we all wait for the big storm to come - due today apparently.
The drawing begins to unnerve me. I can feel her large eyes looking up at me. I'm not sure whether her inky gaze is malevolent or imploring.  I began to imagine she possessed the baleful qualities of some kind evil fairy tale witch. The flat began to imperceptibly alter itself, becoming haunted. Banging doors, rattling cat-flap, wind like voices overheard at 3:00am.