Title: Beansidhe Warming
Alyssa frowned over her shoulder at the empty space where her friend had been. Better hurry up and keep Gladys under control. Boiling a pot of frog eyes on the stove in preparation for the spirit summoning ritual was going way too far.
She sighed and dropped to a knee, reaching for a handful of towels at once.The instant her hand touched the towels, bile rose to her throat burning and bitter and she saw glowing red spots before her eyes.
Just her anemia problem - that was all. She had low sugar and needed something to eat. That's what she tried telling herself when she looked at the towels in her hands.They had turned dark – almost black. The air in the laundry room grew heavy and smelled funny, almost metallic.
Alyssa sat back on her heels and raised a handful of towels closer for inspection.
Not black, but dark red… like blood.
Oh God! She flung the towels away and scrambled out of the laundry room, running into walls on her way out. It wasn’t the sight of the blood; it was the smell and the knowledge that she had somebody else’s blood all over her hands. Or something else's.
Alyssa lunged for the bathroom and crouched in front of the toilet; her throat and chest burned with dry heaves. She stuffed her hands against her mouth and throat, trying to claw the metallic taste of death out of her mouth. Before her eyes, she couldn’t see anything but a mixture of red spots and those blood stained towels. So much blood