She entered the shower with some
hesitation, putting her left foot first like always; since her mom died. She
just begun doing it for no apparent reason at all, but it reminded her of her
mom, Bianca. She died in the shower of their previous home; she slipped and
fell on a sharp edge, killing her almost instantly. Amanda was only fourteen
years old when she stumbled onto the scene of her mom; resting on the ground in
her own blood. Amanda had never gotten over it, spooking her every time she
thinks of taking a shower.
Steam already rose to the ceiling, the mirrors closed and her body dampened
before she even walked into the shower. She locked the door before she
unclothed herself, also out of habit. Her father used to walk in on her while
she showered, then did things to her she would never understand nor forget. He
scratched it into her memory with a blunt knife, the edge dipped in an
everlasting-memory poison. She opened her eyes wider and jerked her head to the
noise she heard, thoughts of her dad crept back into her mind.
Everything quieted down after
a couple of seconds; but maybe too quiet. The quiet water running from the
shower head put disturbance in her body, her senses rising by a pinch as well.
In the silence, she heard tiny sounds, stuff she never noticed while taking her
afternoon shower.
She closed her eyes after a couple of seconds' silence. The water ran down her
face, soaked her blond hair, and trickled down to her toes, ending up in the
drain after the perilous journey. Her hands dangled from the side of her body, the
water dripping slowly from them. A low sigh was heard, coming from her open
mouth. Water poured into it as she stood beneath it.
"S**t..."
She fell to the ground, holding onto her throat. She couldn't finish what she
wanted to say, but her face did the talking. Fear escaped her blue eyes, tears
of water running down them; it soon began to turn to red tears. She closed her
eyes, still holding her neck, but struggled to breathe. Blood, deep red blood,
came spraying out of the shower head. Her naked body turned red in matters of
seconds. Her body was numb with fear, but she managed to crawl to the corner
where the blood did not sprinkle.
"God, what is
happening?"
A foul smell entered the bathroom,
something rotten; it burned her nose for a while, but then she got used to it.
Her mouth tasted like iron from the blood she swallowed.
The room darkened and the smell
became worse than before. She saw something move outside the curtains of the
bathroom, but then her mind dismissed it; new noises took her concentration.
Her head jerked around to the left wall, something was in the bath tub. She
stood up to look at it, but suddenly looked at the door; she could swear she
heard something scratch. Her mind moved quickly and not synchronized with the
noises and images. Her head moved from the one noise to the next, but she kept
seeing something outside. The curtains blew open when a sudden gust made its
way through, it blew icy air over her body making her shiver.
"Who's there?"
Her tiny voice bounced from the
walls of the bathroom, falling cold next to her. Nobody could hear her, she
thought for a while. Sprays of red blood fell on her again coming from the
shower head. Her feet lifted into the air when the cold blood touched her skin;
sending shivers down her body.
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