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Bradley

There's someone stood behind my shower curtain.

It's night time so Elizabeth will be downstairs, drinking her nightly glass of apple brandy. I bet it's June, the little minx.

"You want to join me, baby?" I whisper.

"MmmHmm."

"Well come on in then."

I put down the unlabelled bottle of shampoo and reach for the sheet of plastic. I pull it back.

And I slam my body back against the tiled wall of the bathroom.

Ginny is stood there.

Her skin is peeling from her face. Her body is covered in mud. Her mouth contorts into a lopsided grin.

I inhale sharply, breathing in water and the stench of death and apples.

I scrunch my eyes shut.

She's not there. She can't be there.

Count to ten.

One...Two...Three...

She can't be there, she can't be there.

Eight...Nine...Ten...

I open my eyes again.

There's no-one there.

I laugh. Of course there's no one there!

Then I notice the footprints.

My skin turns cold.

A line of muddy, barefooted footprints leading to the bathtub.

And words written in steam on the mirror.

Want to join me, baby?

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