Elvi slammed the door open, uncaring that it crashed into the wall and probably left a lovely hole, her only concern was her housemate’s wellbeing. A fourth was being issued as she burst into Mabel’s room. Another scream cut the air as she raced up the hall. Especially before her first bag of blood.Įlvi cursed her way out of the contraption, her bare feet slapping to the hardwood floor, then hurried out of her room without even bothering to grab a robe to cover the white cotton nightgown she wore. Climbing out of a coffin was a two handed job, and ridiculously strenuous first thing in the morning. She then had to release her head to get up. She’d really cracked herself good and would have liked to clasp her head in both hands and roll around in agony for a moment, but the casket wouldn’t allow it, and then a second terrified shriek reminded her of why she was awake.Ĭoncern clutching at her, she reached out with the hand not holding her head and gave the coffin lid a shove that sent it flying open. Groaning at the pain vibrating through her skull, Elvi closed her eyes against the stars dancing before them and pressed a hand against her forehead. She started up abruptly only to curse and drop back down when her head slammed into the wooden lid of the coffin. Piercing and full of terror, it ripped her from sleep and had her moving before she was quite awake. It was a high-pitched scream that woke Elvi.
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