Jaycee Light
After she had entered the elevator - the bellboy lagging behind, she only had four bags, for god's sake, what kind of a man was he? - she had headed up to her room, a large en-suite with a kitchen/living room and a bedroom through a doorway, which actually had no door. Through the bedroom was another door, this one led to the bathroom. And it was in her room that she was, sprawled across her bed as she typed some andom letters in the google search engine as she looked for inspiration, when the dark shape flitted across her window.
She didn't take any notice of it at first - after all, what was it but a shadow of a bird, or a trick of the light? But when it happened the second time, she jumped up immediately. She had always been a bit paranoid about this sort of thing, ever since she supposedly heard her deceased grandfather whisper her name. But as far as she was concerned, better safe than sorry - and better paranoid than dead.
She was slowly approaching the window when she became aware of the faint sound of something...dripping.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Her head swivelled to the bathroom, the source of the noise. Worried about a leaking tap, she scoffed. Classy. But she couldn't help herself, she turned towards the bedroom and walked towards the dor, opening it with a creak. She glanced in the room and gave a scream.
Blood. Dripping from the sink in small tear shaped drops. She stumbled out of the bathroom, falling on her butt, before scrambling to her feet. God, she chose the wrong day to wear heels, and her short drees wasn't helping to hide herself. As quickly as she could, she ran out of the bedroom, grabbing her laptop from the bed first, and ran to the elevator.
After she had entered the elevator - the bellboy lagging behind, she only had four bags, for god's sake, what kind of a man was he? - she had headed up to her room, a large en-suite with a kitchen/living room and a bedroom through a doorway, which actually had no door. Through the bedroom was another door, this one led to the bathroom. And it was in her room that she was, sprawled across her bed as she typed some andom letters in the google search engine as she looked for inspiration, when the dark shape flitted across her window.
She didn't take any notice of it at first - after all, what was it but a shadow of a bird, or a trick of the light? But when it happened the second time, she jumped up immediately. She had always been a bit paranoid about this sort of thing, ever since she supposedly heard her deceased grandfather whisper her name. But as far as she was concerned, better safe than sorry - and better paranoid than dead.
She was slowly approaching the window when she became aware of the faint sound of something...dripping.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Her head swivelled to the bathroom, the source of the noise. Worried about a leaking tap, she scoffed. Classy. But she couldn't help herself, she turned towards the bedroom and walked towards the dor, opening it with a creak. She glanced in the room and gave a scream.
Blood. Dripping from the sink in small tear shaped drops. She stumbled out of the bathroom, falling on her butt, before scrambling to her feet. God, she chose the wrong day to wear heels, and her short drees wasn't helping to hide herself. As quickly as she could, she ran out of the bedroom, grabbing her laptop from the bed first, and ran to the elevator.
