There's no better inspiration than theft. stolen and edited:

With her long endless greying black hair, she sat there; like in the horror in asian horror films, waiting to turn to face me if i turn to face her, showing her revolting face, or faceless revolving head. Or as she would, walk by, head and arms hanging, and in a flash, raise her eyes to meet mine to send jolts of chill down my spine. She would then raise her hands, fingers spread out. Faded and dry like her hair, her dark and wrinkled skin seemed to wrap only bones. Sharp fingernails pointing at me. Hands that were less like claws. More than talons with the one ring to rule them all. Chapped lips circling her razor teeth like fear starting to circle me. She could not stop her wretched laughter about floating babies with no weight. Her last victim laid to my left, just a flash ago, and the previous on his left, and the previous...