Drip.
Drip.
The steady monotonous sound roused her from her hard slumber. Pushing up from the mountains of pillows she huffed an irritated sigh that sent a wayward russet curl spiraling upward.
Drip.
Drip.
Really? She frowned at the annoyance. It had been a slow week in realtor showings and she was having a difficult time re-booking the Gardens. With a groan she levered herself up and out of the cushiony warmth of her giant bed, ignoring the bear claw slippers that awaited at the foot. She didn't plan on being out of bed long.
Drip.
A shuffling step led her in the direction of the noise.
Drip.
Rubbing a tired hand over her bleary eyes she stepped around the screen that separated her bedroom from the rest of the loft. Moonlight spilled in from the balcony door and cast the apartment in a soothing blue.
Drip.
Drip.
It took a minute for her tired mind to register that the noise was not coming from the direction of the kitchen or the bathroom. This didn't make sense as that was the only source of water she could fathom making the noise.
Drip.
She took a half step backward to turn and face the living area of her loft when her bare foot slid into something slickly sticky.
"What in the--?!" She caught herself on an awkward skate forward, nearly going to one knee as her feet slid out from under her, a hand flying wide and connecting with...something.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
There was something moving in the dark with her. A survivor's instinct caused her heart to clench tightly in her chest, her breath sucking in sharply as she scrambled back from the swaying weight that apparently hung from her ceiling.
At that moment the cloudbank that had settled over the moon slid away to allow the full muted beams to illuminate her setting.
Her mouth opened to scream but no sound emerged as her legs trembled and buckled, spilling her onto the crimson soaked floor. The woman hung from a rope, swaying back and forth, gashes gouged in deep rents and tears along her body and causing that dripping red liquid to drip and puddle.
Drip, drip, driip, drip, dripdripdripdrip driiiip.
It was this that her hand had touched when she had stumbled and it was blood that soaked her calves and the palm she had used to catch herself. Gaping, soundlessly she worked her mouth, the piercing scream only given birth as the corpse swayed full circle and brought its face towards Fiora...the eyes blinking and the lips curving into a macabre smile.
Fiora's piercing screams echoed and rebounded throughout the building.
Drip.
The steady monotonous sound roused her from her hard slumber. Pushing up from the mountains of pillows she huffed an irritated sigh that sent a wayward russet curl spiraling upward.
Drip.
Drip.
Really? She frowned at the annoyance. It had been a slow week in realtor showings and she was having a difficult time re-booking the Gardens. With a groan she levered herself up and out of the cushiony warmth of her giant bed, ignoring the bear claw slippers that awaited at the foot. She didn't plan on being out of bed long.
Drip.
A shuffling step led her in the direction of the noise.
Drip.
Rubbing a tired hand over her bleary eyes she stepped around the screen that separated her bedroom from the rest of the loft. Moonlight spilled in from the balcony door and cast the apartment in a soothing blue.
Drip.
Drip.
It took a minute for her tired mind to register that the noise was not coming from the direction of the kitchen or the bathroom. This didn't make sense as that was the only source of water she could fathom making the noise.
Drip.
She took a half step backward to turn and face the living area of her loft when her bare foot slid into something slickly sticky.
"What in the--?!" She caught herself on an awkward skate forward, nearly going to one knee as her feet slid out from under her, a hand flying wide and connecting with...something.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
There was something moving in the dark with her. A survivor's instinct caused her heart to clench tightly in her chest, her breath sucking in sharply as she scrambled back from the swaying weight that apparently hung from her ceiling.
At that moment the cloudbank that had settled over the moon slid away to allow the full muted beams to illuminate her setting.
Her mouth opened to scream but no sound emerged as her legs trembled and buckled, spilling her onto the crimson soaked floor. The woman hung from a rope, swaying back and forth, gashes gouged in deep rents and tears along her body and causing that dripping red liquid to drip and puddle.
Drip, drip, driip, drip, dripdripdripdrip driiiip.
It was this that her hand had touched when she had stumbled and it was blood that soaked her calves and the palm she had used to catch herself. Gaping, soundlessly she worked her mouth, the piercing scream only given birth as the corpse swayed full circle and brought its face towards Fiora...the eyes blinking and the lips curving into a macabre smile.
Fiora's piercing screams echoed and rebounded throughout the building.