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From
Evil Little Stories...
She
went to the intercom and switched it
on. Water continued to run into the
tub. “Jamie?” There was no reply.
“Jamie?” The trickling sound was
now closer.
Not
exactly knowing why, she moved to the
stairs. Wetness steadily flowed.
“Jamie,”
she shouted, bolting up the sodden
stairway.
Warm
water streamed from the bathroom at
the end of the hall. She ran miles
before reaching the door. The room was
empty. Bubbles billowed in the tub and
overflowed onto the floor. The box of
Mr. Sudzee floated lazily, moving with
the flow of the water.
Not
wanting to, she knelt beside the tub.
She held her breath, looking at the
bubbles. Someone else’s hands
reached in, parting the white froth.
Nancy Bannert screamed, thinking she
would go mad.
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