EPA Industries

Plain Unlucky (Harvey POV)

Harvey frowned as she flicked through a dusty, crumbling scrapbook, each tiny, aging particle tickling her nose and tempting her to sneeze. The condition of this scrapbook was..... not exactly favorable. She made a mental note to switch over the pictures to a new book, hopefully one a bit newer on that note.

Yes, things were going. Spring cleaning was as much of a holiday to Harvey as, say, Christmas or Easter. Spring was a time for change, acceptance and cleansing, and what better way than to drown all of your belongings in Clorox?

She smiled at the thought of a house full of Clorox. It would certainly be a lot quicker, but she very well may lack a few notable posessions that wouldn't survive that flood.

She'd need to at least clear out the TV beforehand.

Something inside of her perked up suddenly, waiting, watching. This alertness was not new to her....

Then a clattering.

In the basement.

Her entire body went rigid, her mind racing and deliberating over the logic, the reasonable conclusion to the noise.

Maybe something had been stacked precariously, An exhale swept over her body and escaped her, her heart rate calming just a bit. She rose to her feet and made her way over to the door, quickly opening it and hop-skipping down the stairs. Whatever it was, it sounded fragile. She just hoped it wasn't the China.

It was pitch black, as expected, an ominous silence settling around her as she scanned the basement for the light switch. Just within reach of the twilight it lay, and she made her way over to it and quickly switched it on.

On? Not like it did anything. She muttered a curse under her breath; Another lightbulb to replace. She edged her way over to an overhanging lightbuld, pulling on the string attached to activate it.

Hallelujah, it worked!

She let out a sigh of relief as she began to survey the basement, nonchalantly making her way around the premises, picking up small bits of glass that appear to be scattered everywhere. She didn't need gloves; The mess was small.

And it was in this moment that she was assured that monsters don't exist. It had been plain silly thinking something was utterly and horribly off with her surroundings.

And unbeknownst to her, another type of monster stood in the shadows nearby, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

A human being.

He certainly was taking his time as Harvey sighing and brushed her hands off, having dumped the rest of the glass in a small, makeshift wastebin. She'd make her way down here, in time, and finish the rest of the job.

Oh, that poor girl.

And time began to slow down as the simple shadow moved. It could've been nothing more than a doll, or her cat, but it made it's way over to him, a neurological buzz forming around her, the moment becoming blurry. It's hands clenched around her waist, pulling her to the ground, and a small pinprick pain formed in the side of her neck.

Such a blur... and so inevitably peaceful.

To the shadow, of course. Harvey was freaking out.

Yet, when she began to black out and drift away, she had ended up without the capacity to scream.; It had simply been too quick, like ripping off a bandaid.

Yes, it could've been anything but a human being.

Today was just not her day.