“Well, when the hell are they going to put them in already?” Mabel asked impatiently. But you can’t open your windows until the replacement screens are in.” “I sleep in a coffin,” she pointed out in dry tones. Mabel sighed at the accusation in her voice. “Oh, thank God.”Įlvi propped her hands on her hips and scowled at the woman. “Oh!” Mabel collapsed on the bed, hugging the shower brush to her chest. Realizing that it was headed back toward the doorway, she slammed the door closed, trapping it inside. Veering to the side to avoid the waving shower brush, the bat swept through the open bathroom door and briefly out of sight.Įlvi rushed over in time to see the bat make a sharp turn as it neared the far wall of the bathroom. She was also, apparently, screeching every time the winged animal came anywhere near her Elvi saw as the bat swerved to avoid hitting the far wall and swooped back toward Mabel, setting off another shriek of terror. The woman was waving a body brush wildly in the air at a bat that was swooping just as wildly around the room near the ceiling. She spotted the woman at once, standing on the bed in her robe, backed against the wall, silver hair a chaotic mass around her head and eyes wide with panic. 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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