You are Next
Her heart was pounding so hard now, her ears ringing with each beat…
A sudden bang on the door made Stacy click back into reality.
Turning around again, she saw water flooding out from under a door, soaking half the floor.
Stacy hesitated, but there had to be a big enough window in there. She reluctantly tried to turn the handle slowly…but it was locked from the inside.
Behind her, the front door handle twitched slightly. She had no time. Stacy plucked a hair-pin out of her hair and tried to pick the lock of the bathroom. It didn't work. How is it that movie stars almost, always get it unlocked the first time? She had no time to contemplate on the high lives of actors and actresses, Stacy had to get in. Once again, the handle rattled-more loudly. She could almost make out the breathing of the person on the other side. Slow, husky breaths. Stacy grabbed a vacuum-cleaner extension pole in the closet, and tried to tap the handle quietly.
'I've got no time for this', she scolded herself.
With a big hit, she managed to dent the handle, and the door swung open.
Water covered the floor, and Stacy heard that the source was a tap. Then, she suddenly noticed someone next to her. She spun around and staggered backwards slightly, when she saw that it was a girl. Stacy then screamed. The girl was dead. She lay in a mangled heap at the foot on the sink. Stacy let out whimpers, unable to tear herself from the horrible scene.
The girl was slumped against the blood-splattered wall next to the sink, which was overflowing with water.
Her skin as pale as an overcast sky. Lemon blonde hair hung wet and straggled around her shoulders and over her face, obscuring her profile. Her neck had been savagely cut, blood still freshly flowing from her wound. Her eyes, which where staring blankly through the stray strands of hair, where a light grey. Those eyes would haunt Stacy forever.
The water continued to drip from the sink onto the floor. Stacy gulped and closed her eyes, but the image stained on the inside of her eyelids.
The soft dripping of the tap consumed Stacy.
She flicked her eyes open again. She felt uncomfortably queasy and had a feeling she was going to be sick.
In the main room, the door burst open, footsteps stomping across the threadbare carpet. Stacy froze again.
She forced herself to move and scrambled over the bath to the window.
Then someone grabbed her leg, and pulled her back into the tub. Stacy banged her head on the edge of the bath, her eyes out of focus. The person was holding her down on the bottom of the bath. She could feel blood oozing down her forehead and staining her blonde locks red. The pain suddenly slammed on the inside of her head.
'This is it', she thought.
The last thing she heard was the sound of gushing water from the faucet…
Authors note--- ok ok ok...just to clear a few things up here, for those of you that think this has changed from a 'nice story' to a 'horror flick' (as i have recieved quite a few emails asking me why this has happened), it hasnt. That is why the 4th chapter title is headed 'stacy's forewarning'. I have always had this story layout in my head, and it is still developing so please dont email me anymore about this matter. If you dont like it fine thats ok but i cant give everyone the cookies they want lol alright :P but please cont to RnR thanx guys!