bathrooms
she's... behind. eyes boring into your back, (pale, cold, black hair) a spectre hiding behind the shower curtains, cold clammy hands ready to reach for you.you close your eyes as the water from the faucet comes splashing down upon your face. all of a sudden, her presence seems so much more nearer. you can feel her gaze. its cold.
open your eyes. gasp for air. the sudden burst of light exorcises her presence for a split second.. and then you feel an uncomfortable presence behind you again. turning your head to the back, you didn't manage to catch a glimpse of a little black head; you turned too fast, your eyes didn't have a chance to focus at all. and you don't want to look again.
the water running through your hair drags it down with force, or is that fingers running through your hair? whistle. sing. the water is splattering on the floor with a dull thudding sound. the room feels so ominously quiet, its just you and her. and the drip drip drip of water (blood?) from a spot hidden well away from your sight.
you feel so... naked and weak. rushing through the routine; soap. water. towel. keeping your eyes from focusing on the reflections in the water. (water is a very effective medium for retaining malicious spirits) shut out all thoughts. freakish random images of monsters, amputated hands and a little child crouching in a corner of the room flashes past.
pulling the clothes over your head - all noise... stops. you're in a black black world, stifled, cut off, entangled, blind, deaf, handicapped, vulnerable. you get a hand free; pull open the door and run out.
and make straight for the computer, sits down and play ragnarok online. LOLZ.
posted by Chrome @ 11:28 PM
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