Water

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
You wake up in the night to the sound of a persistent drip. Where is it coming from?

Submitted: May 24, 2016

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Water.

Drip, drip, drip....

You are three-quarters asleep when you first become aware of it. You don't even really hear it at this stage. It is just an irritation, an itch that just needs to be scratched before sleep will claim you once more.

Drip, drip, drip....

It has more effect on you this time. You hear it, recognise it for what it is. It's nothing – just a leaky tap. You turn over onto your over side, snuggle back down into your pillow and close your eyes.

Drip, drip, drip....

Did you turn the tap off properly? This time you are awake enough to think a bit, to picture yourself in the bathroom. You can see yourself as though through a misty mirror, hand on tap, turning. Certain that you turned it off you shut your eyes.

Drip, drip, drip....

It is beginning to get really aggravating. There must be a leak in a pipe somewhere. You will have to look for it in the morning: a twenty-four hour call out plumber would cost way too much. You turn over; half sit up to thump your pillow, and flop down with a sigh thinking, 'This is going to be a really long night'.

And still it continues....

Drip, drip, drip....

That's it! You've had enough. You are just going to have to get out of your bed, make your way into the bathroom and find a way to STOP THAT DRIP! You make your way there in darkness, not bothering to pause to turn on a light. You grasp the top of the tap and turn it as far as you possibly can. It didn't even register in that fogged up brain of yours that the dripping sound stopped once you were no longer in your room.

Drip, drip, drip....

Back in bed, starting to drift into a relaxed pre-sleep state, you hear it again. You've checked the tap so it has to be a pipe – a job for a plumber. Grasping your pillow firmly in your hands you pull it out from underneath your head, lay your head on the mattress itself and pull the pillow down to block up your ears.

Drip, drip, drip....

At least the sound is a bit more muffled now. You could probably manage to ignore it....

Drip, drip, drip....

You stretch out a leg onto another part of your mattress; the side you didn't get out of, the side nearest the wall. Your foot touches a spot that is cold and clammy. Your foot is resting on a patch that is.....wet.

Drip, drip, drip....

For the first time you find that feeling of aggravation turn towards one of unease. Are there any water pipes above that side of your bed? You can't think of any reason why there would be. A leak from the roof then! That must be what has caused it.

Drip, drip, drip....

It must be a very heavy shower to be causing this much of a constant leak. Why can't you hear the rain lashing against the windows or splashing in the puddles that must by now have formed?

Drip, drip, drip....

And it is only then that you notice the darker shadow at the foot of your bed: the darker shadow that seems to be in a shape almost human. And this darker shadow is getting bigger, closer....

Drip, drip, drip....

You can feel the wetness on your legs now! You want to pull yourself up to the top of the bed, to scrabble away from whatever this is. You know that this shadow is the cause of the dripping noise that you have been listening to. You know this and you are afraid!

Drip, drip, drip....

It is close enough now for you to make out details. Long straggly, limp and dripping hair frames a pale gaunt face. The skin looks water-logged, a bit like it has soaked in a bath for way too long. The hands are thin, with skeletal fingers tipped with nails that are too long and discoloured.

Drip, drip, drip....

It is the eyes that hold you in place, that stop you from attempting to make your escape. Those deep, dark, bottomless eyes that you have looked in to will not loosen their grip on you at all but keep you pinned firmly in place.

Drip, drip, drip.....

Her face is looming over you now. Even in your terror you know that you are being studied. Her mouth twitches. Is that a smile? It suddenly occurs to you that you can no longer hear the dripping noise even though you can see and feel the water pouring off her.

Drip, drip, drip....

She is leaning over you, reaching out. As she opens her mouth you can see her sharp pointed teeth, the cavernous hole that is her mouth..... And you finally realise that she is the Water Witch and that from her there is no escape!

Drip, drip, drip..........

 

 


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