Drip

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

Jamie thinks she is home alone because all she can hear is drip, drip, drip, drip. Where is the dripping coming from. is it one of the faucets, or is it something much darker than that?

The kitchen floor creaks as Jamie walks to the table with her newly made PB&J sandwich. As she is about to chow down on her beautiful creation, she realizes that there is some jelly on her hands. She walks over to the kitchen sink to wash her hands, but as she turns the handle, only a few drops of water come out. “ Mom, the faucet isn’t working again.”, no response. All she can hear is Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip. “ Why is that thing still going? I thought I had turned it...”

The faucet handle was down. If it isn’t the faucet making the noise, what is? Looking around, Jamie decides to push down all of the fear and worry and starts to investigate. She starts to walk down the hallway. Listening in every room for some sort of clue to where the dripping noise is coming from. Finally, she gets to the last room in the hallway.  The first choice, the bathroom, door open with just a slit of light peeking through. The second choice is her mom’s room. She turns to the room on her right, her mother’s room. With higher hopes of her mother being there, she knocks. nothing, she knocks again. Still no answer.

Jamie grabs the handle and hesitantly turns it. The door opens slowly, it’s hinges creaking. She looks inside. “Mom?”, nothing there. She leaves the room and turns to the bathroom. The faucet is off, but she just takes a moment to look at herself in the mirror. Jamie Henderson, a brown-haired, blue-eyed twelve years old. She runs her fingers through her hair. And then, her attention turns to something in the corner of the mirror. A red puddle looking stain on the mirror is her first thought. Jamie licks her finger and tries to rub it off. But as it stays, that's when all of the fear and worry come back up. She slowly turns around. And at that moment as the tears fall and screams are heard throughout the house, a little feeling inside makes her feel glad she hadn’t eaten the sandwich.

 


Submitted: May 05, 2020

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