I watched as Alice joked with the corpse and laughed at it ‘She’s deranged can’t she see the dead course in front of her?’
Alice mentioned her and the ‘Hatters’ adventures and something about an Evil Queen of Hearts. I take one last look around the room; The curtains are turn, the dresser a disaster clothes, haphazardly spread on the floor and that smell it gives off a distinctive, sickly-sweet odour that’s easily recognizable and hard to forget.
Alice suddenly picks up the decaying corpse without a care as the head rolls back giving off a sickening loud popping sound as the neck is ripping off of its shoulders as the veins show pulsing with the dark red blood oozing out spilling on Alice who seems unaffected and unaware. The head rips off of the body landing on the hard wooden floor with a soft Thud as blood gush out of the eye dripping on the floor leaving a small puddle and the tip of the spine hang crooked and twisted like a rope on a ship. Poor Man.
I look on as Alice spins and dance with the now headless corpse with her clothes drenched in blood. As Alice dance the metallic smell of blood fills the room as a creak was heard from the other end of the door. Dropping the body without a care on the floor Alice and I turn in unison “Hello?” Alice called out with a smile still rested upon her face 'This is certainly getting more and more interesting’. The door creaked open revealing a horrified woman her brown tied up hair was messy and looked like it was touched by static but her eyes; her eyes were crazed wildly moving left to right in lighting speed. Alice smiled bright blood still covering her like fresh paint “Margaret there you are I was looking for you” barely taking a step forward Margaret raised an old musket pointing towards Alice whos for the first time I’ve seen face contorted into a frown.
