A crash comes bellowing through the house which sounds like a metal barrel being pushed down a steep, shale-covered cliff.
I shoot up in bed as a small gasp escapes my brittle lips. I jump out of bed and run to the bathroom where it seems that is where the sound came from. I shove the door open and discover Rosa's body limp in the bathtub, almost fully submerged in water that has been tainted with her rich blood.
I kneel beside the porcelain tub and stare into her deep eyes; they intimidate me, even though they are currently lifeless. A splash of the bloody water frightens me but a wet, wrinkled hand latches over my throat and Rosa's face turns towards me.
"Stay away from her!" Rosa exclaims, spitting blood at my terrifies face with every word.
"Her?!"
"EVELYN! I know you saw her the other day, I know EVERYTHING!" she spits again, this time tightening her grip around my trachea.
I drop to the floor and my vision blurs, then changes into complete darkness.
How does she know?!
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Disembodied Voices
Horor12:46am Sunday The colliding of metal poles awakes me on an early just turned Sunday morning. It never misses an opportunity to watch my poor soul snap out of my pale, startled skin. I can't remember when this all started to haunt me because I have...
