Drip. Drip.
Kelly turned over in her bed. What was that? Was the sink on or something? That sound was getting really annoying.
Drip.
Irritated, Kelly rose. The covers rubbed, soft, against her bare arms. Hiking up her pajama pants, she strode towards the door.
Drip.
Grabbing the doorknob, she hesitated. The cool metal felt strange against her skin. Logically, she was aware nothing was out there, but instincts were coming to the forefront. Old instincts, from when humanity was the prey. Ones that said not to leave your safety, to stay away, far away from the dark.
Drip.
Deciding, Kelly opened the door. Strands of red hair stuck to her forehead. The shadows seemed to come closer, wrapping themselves around her mind. It was much like a big cat, which might not necessarily be friendly. The air was cool and still. It was unnaturally still.
Drip.
Was that sound coming from her parents' room? Kelly was confused. Why would something be dripping in her parents' room?
Drip.
Kelly shivered. She was a brave girl, but here in the hallway, fear was making its way to the forefront and plopping down a deckchair. Kelly sniffed. There was a strange smell in the air. Hot and sweaty, the smell of meat and death and blood and things exposed to light that never should have been. The air was thick and hard to walk through, like molasses. Kelly found it difficult to breathe.
Drip.
Kelly squinted. Was the hallway getting longer?
She stopped, her mouth dry. Her stomach churned weakly.
Hallways could not get longer. It simply wasn't possible. It couldn't be possible. Because everything had to be caused by something, and that something would have to be three feet away.
Drip.
She just couldn't walk in there. Was stopping a sound really worth…something? Kelly felt horrible images prick at her subconscious. What was causing that smell? What if her parents were hurt?
Drip.
Suddenly, she snapped. Terror overwrote every other feeling. Self-preservation was all Kelly was thinking of now.
Drip.
She turned.
"AAAAAA-"
When the police got there two days later, they walked into a horror-house.
Blood dripped from everywhere. It covered the books, table, everything. When one man attempted to turn on the faucet, viscous red liquid flowed.
But most disturbingly, blasted on to the hallway floor, was the imprint of a human being. It was black, and twisted inhumanly. Two larger ones were blasted on the parents' bed.
Sad, isn't it?
Oh, you should look behind you, by the way.
Drip.