I jumped up, in total horror.
"ALYSSON!"
I yelled, charging after her.
NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NOO!
I ran after her, and stopped in place.
So had Alysson, staring at Hannibal, Candyman, Leatherface, Jason and Michael coming out from the bathroom. All of them were carrying black garbage bags with buckets of blood. Hannibal had his sleeves rolled up, looking surprised to see us.
"Oh, Jennifer, Alysson! We were just cleaning up Creeper's mess for you. It's the least we could do. Sorry, if you have to use it. Everything's clean now, so you can go in there."
Alysson stared at the bucket of red liquid.
"What's in the bucket, Jenny?"
She always expected me to know everything, being the older and wise sister.
"Um, that's paint."
I lied.
"Oh. Did they paint the bathroom?"
She asked excitedly, looking over her shoulder at me.
The killers stared at us in our conversation.
"Well, you see, Al. They were going to paint the bathroom, but we changed our minds. Isn't that right, guys?"
I asked, desperately blinking an S.O.S signal in their direction. They all nodded, some agreeing.
"What's in those bags? They don't smell very good."
I stepped up to her, motioning for them to start walking away, behind her head.
They did, not turning back.
"Thank you!" I called, before pushing her in the bathroom.
Wow, they did a good job, cleaning up. The walls were sparkling white as well the floor and ceiling. No balls of hair, no ripped out teeth, no signs of organs or bloodshed. The shower curtain was gone, though. Besides that, it looked completely at peace.
Thank you, lord.
"Those were the tools they were going to use to paint."
I lied, again.
She nodded, believing me.
I felt bad for lying to her, but it was better she didn't know.
"Okay, let's try these on."
I said, changing the subject and closing the bathroom door behind us.