#ooky spooky...

“Paige,” Bones said softly. Paige almost laughed at the absurdity of hearing her own name in this room. It sounded too gentle for the violence that had occurred inside. Behind Bones, blood continued inching slowly across the tile floor. Thick ribbons of it had travelled between the grout lines in the floor, darkening as they cooled, collecting in black-red pools beneath the sinks. There was so much of it that her mind refused to fully process where it could all have come from. It gleamed wetly under the light, viscous and dark as paint, and every now and then another drop slid from Bones’ mouth to join it with a soft, awful sound.  “What are you?”