I planned all week to do this and yeah this is the first I did. lol. Today’s theme is your favorite WIP.  I hope my Patreons don’t mind me sharing a bit from chapter one of my ongoing patreon exclusive fic and quite possibly my most favorite I’ve ever written, “A Ghost Story”: 

It was dark when he woke up hungry, grabbing for his phone to see the time.  

Three-fifteen? What had woken him?

Will started to close his eyes again when a scream came from next door so loud it hurt his ears. The scream went on a long time and sounded terrified beyond anything, very reminiscent of how Mama had sounded when—

He froze.

Hannibal was killing someone.

Will went to the window and peered out to see a light coming from his basement. He realized the person was most likely not being killed but now dead and mourning their life the only way they knew how.

He put his hands on the window sill and held tight and dug his fingers in to keep himself from the sudden need to open the screen. The scream stopped after a while and Will watched the light go off. Not moments later he saw a ghost form right outside the house, a middle aged man who looked like he could’ve been a used car salesman in the suit he had on. He turned and Will turned his back against the window.

Will wondered if Dr. Lecter would wait to dismember and dispose of the maybe salesman or if they went to dinner it would be that man’s meat.

He wondered what it would taste like.

He fell asleep with his thoughts and still wasn’t frightened.

Will found that Dr. Lecter didn’t scare him at all.