The blood continues to flow, impossibly copious, reaching toward my bare feet. I press myself against the opposite wall, heart hammering in my chest. Then, without warning, the bathroom door swings open. A scream dies in my throat, my heart threatening to break free of my ribs. Empty. It’s completely empty. No blood. No intruder. Just my small, ordinary bathroom, exactly as I left it before going to bed.
Yeah lemme just turn schizophrenic real quick
