Ash

Of our girly.

Yeah.

Like, what the fuck?

Yeah.

In her mind, Carolyn imagined herself shrieking, but no matter how loud she was yelling in her mind, nothing would come out of her mouth.

Oh, that's the worst.

So she watched in frozen terror as the woman thing at the other end of the room climbed out of the bureau and started slowly moving toward her in the dark.

oh finally feeling like the paralysis was slipping she started kicking roger but the blows must have been too soft to register because stupid roger didn't wake up it was only when the thing was directly in front of her one of its arms literally laying across her pillow that she finally regained the functionality to move away from the thing and it started leaning its gray face towards hers ah

So she shot back against her headboard with such force that the metal of the headboard slammed into the wall.

And she said it was so loud that it should have woken up everybody.

But nobody came running and Roger stayed asleep.

Holy shit.

To her surprise, the only person that did seem to respond to the noise of the clanging bed frame was the figure of the woman.

Pressed as far back against the wall as she could be, she just watched in shock as the figure started to dissolve before her eyes, leaving behind a cloudy residue and a terrible odor.

oh everyone's so stinky stank ass why is everyone so stinky girl you stank take a bath i don't know so terrified and wanting to get out of that room asap she just scooped up her pillow and went to the living room to sleep on the couch she was like you know what she was like i don't want to deal with this yeah she's like you know what roger's probably not going to believe me if i tell him what just happened inches away from him but there's no doubt in her mind their house was haunted and whatever it was it was not friendly

So in the days after the attack... What's that?

And stanky.

And stanky.

Not friendly and stanky.

Horrible combination.