Chapter 2 : No Time For A Bath


Eventually the girl gave in and stepped towards the bathtub, taking a deep breath; she closes her eyes and clings onto the curtain. As she violently slides the curtain open, she opened her eyes, only to have them open wider than they should be. Lying in front of her within the bathtub are various internal organs floating in a dark crimson pool of blood. On the soap dash lays a kitchen knife, covered in blood from blade to handle. The smell of rotten flesh lurked outwards and spread out from the bathroom, the girl turns to the shower head, where there hangs what seems like human flesh. The girl clasped her palm over her nose and mouth, stepping backwards, only to trip and fall on her bottom, puzzled, she removes her hand and looks at both palms in a astonished gazed. With a sudden jerk, the girl feels a hand gripping her shoulder, quickly she looks up to see a police officer talking to an attached radio receiver on his shoulder. The girl, confused, surprised and awake, was taken to a questioning room within an FBI building. The whole ride here her mind had been completely blank, nothing to say, nothing to think about, so she allowed the silence to blanket over her.