Flowers For McGee

2 - Stop It

Rose walks into the bathroom and sighs with relief at the normalcy of the room. The bathroom had been redone a couple years ago so the only thing Rose found weird was the clawfoot bathtub and shower in the middle of the room.

"Oh, one slip away from a broken neck." Rose mumbles as she stares at it with a distasteful look. Having lived in only apartments, she wasn't used to things like this. Although, Rose was convinced a normal person would have a normal bathtub.

She checks the lock on the bathroom door twice and for extra measures, she pushes a chair against the handle. It's not that Rose didn't trust her family to stay out, and she was afraid something else would try and get in.

Rose had severe trust issues after her mother sent her to live with her dad, and then after her father died, her grandma sent her back to the place she wasn't wanted.

There was no way Rose would trust the dead if she couldn't trust the living.

She sets her clothes in the chair at the door and hangs the towel on the hook next to the curtain as she turns on the water and undresses. She quickly steps under the water and she sighs.

Once Rose is done, she reaches out to grab the towel and she can't feel it, only the wall and the hook where it should be. She quickly yanks her hand back through the curtain and just stands there for a second with adrenaline rushing through her.

She slowly pokes her head out of the curtain and she sees that the towel has just fallen to the floor and she scolds herself for being silly and sighs.

"I don't know what I was expecting." She says to herself as she steps out of the shower. She takes her clothes from the counter and places them by the sink as she plugs up her hair dryer. As she goes to turn it on, she freezes.

She didn't put her clothes on the counter. "What the..."

She whirls around and looks at the chair still in the same place and she walks over and checks the handle. The door is still locked. "Okay, I must have moved them without realizing it." Rose says to reassure herself, but she knows it's total crap.

Rose walks back to the mirror and quickly dries her hair. She brushes her teeth and she dresses in record time. Rose moves the chair and unlocks the door and pulls it open. The hall is brightly lit and she is glad she turned the lights on.

Rose walks across the cold, wood floor to her room and she quickly opens the door. She smiles at the sight of the comfy bed and draws back the blue comforter and crawls under. She picks up her phone is just about to settle in when she hears something in the closet.

"Hell no, no way. You never check when you hear something or you die a fatal death." She says and she sits up and stares at the closet door and it slightly shudders again. "Dammit." She mutters as she looks through her phone to find Johnny's number and she calls him.

Moments later he is in her room and he looks angry. "Just want you to know that I kinda hate you. I was peacefully sleeping." He says and holds the hockey stick in his hands, a sport he used to play but long ago ditched, as he opens the closet door.

A small figure moves forward and they both scream and Johnny swings the stick.

He misses the thing completely and it falls to the ground. He shrugs sheepishly and Rose rolls her eyes. "This is why they kicked you off the team."

"Hey, they didn't kick me off because I sucked. I quit because I sucked." Johnny says defensively, trying to justify himself and she sighs.

A small child sized doll lays face down on the ground and they both groan. Rose picks it up and straightens out the dress. The face is emotionless and Rose pushes the hair out if its face.