Night 43: Women's Bathrooms (F01-F40)
[from here]
The silence of the empty washroom was almost oppressive, and the grime that seemed to have appeared on the walls wasn't helping with the creepy atmosphere. Anise made sure to be quiet herself; if anything was going to sneak up on her, she'd probably hear it before she saw it.
She made her way over to one of the sinks, and turned the water on. The same dark, foul-looking liquid from before poured from the tap. With a groan, Anise turned it off. Fine, so much for that.
The girl set her flashlight down on the counter, facing upward while turned on, to act like a lamp. She leaned in close to the mirror and rubbed at the few wet spots she could see on her face. That would have to do it. Fortunately, it was dark, so it was unlikely that anyone would notice that her eyes and the skin underneath them were still a little bit red.
The silence of the empty washroom was almost oppressive, and the grime that seemed to have appeared on the walls wasn't helping with the creepy atmosphere. Anise made sure to be quiet herself; if anything was going to sneak up on her, she'd probably hear it before she saw it.
She made her way over to one of the sinks, and turned the water on. The same dark, foul-looking liquid from before poured from the tap. With a groan, Anise turned it off. Fine, so much for that.
The girl set her flashlight down on the counter, facing upward while turned on, to act like a lamp. She leaned in close to the mirror and rubbed at the few wet spots she could see on her face. That would have to do it. Fortunately, it was dark, so it was unlikely that anyone would notice that her eyes and the skin underneath them were still a little bit red.