Gush

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When you are in a public washroom and alone it can be nice.

Nice until you hear the sound of water running. You know you're the only one in the washroom and yet you hear that distinct sound of water rushing out of a faucet.

When you get out of the stall the sound is gone. No water in any of the sinks.

Where the hell was that sound coming from?

As you wash your hands you hear that faint gushing sound again. Except its coming from behind you this time.

How on earth is the sound of water coming from behind you. The sinks are here and there's no one else in here.

You look in the mirror but you don't see anything out of the ordinary.

What did I just see from the corner of my eye?

I turn around and a disheveled little girl with ghastly white skin is looking at me with this maniacal look on her face. She's holding a knife in her hand as blood drips form it.

I see what I was hearing. I see the blood on the floor from the person she gutted.

The blood of the victim had gushed from its body making me hear that rush of water.

My abdomen is on fire as she plunges the knife into me and slashes down. I can't even scream as my organs fall out with the rush of my blood oozing from my body as if a tap had just been turned on.

The child laughs hysterically as she disappears in thin air. The laugh alone would have run your blood cold if I wasn't already dead on the floor.

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