My Paranormal Writing

I’ve been off in my fictional world lately. Into my paranormal settings, characters, and scenes. It happens and it feels great to be writing. I was thinking to rename my book title, Megan’s Guests, to Savage Sons, since the book is more about their revenge for their father than it is about Megan. However, I did a book search on Amazon and there is already a book with that title. GRRR. Maybe, The Return of Wilbur Savage, or Savage Descendants, or Savage Offspring. Do you like any of them? Any suggestions?

I wrote this one paragraph and I’d like some feedback on it, if someone’s willing to take a look. The character here is Joanne. She was rescued by her husband when one of the Savage sons attacked. Problem? Yes. Her husband took her to a place on the other side, through a mirror portal, where he’s been hiding from the Savage brothers. It’s an odd place to hide, smack in the center of a tree root. Mind you it is huge on the other side. Her husband, Rob, gets rescued and Joanne is left all alone. So here’s a scene of her in the tunnel (tree root) trying to find her way out.  

The endless tunnel walls seeped a thick liquid and smelled of tree sap mixed with something Joanne could only describe as sinister. She inched her way toward an opening with the palm of her hands against the wall. Her fingers felt glued together, but she pushed forward. A cry escaped her tightened lips and echoed through the tunnel until it sounded far, far away. She stared down the opening as if she could see the sound of her own cries. And then there was silence. As far as her eyes could see, a wicked laughter began. It came closer, and closer. Sap poured down the walls as it approached. The tunnel shook. Her eyes widened. It reached her and knocked her to her knees. Saturated in sap and stench, she stood, hands pressed against the wall. Her body shook. She turned in the other direction. The sap stretched and snapped between her hands and the wall, she moaned and whimpered. The sounds echoed. As far as her eyes could see, wicked laughter came closer and closer. She squeezed her eyes shut.

I ended the chapter there, with hopes of leaving a reader in suspense. Anyone care to critique? Can it be improved? Thanks!