The guitar lay broken on the floor.
The thing she had hit it with looked to be unconscious
but she'd been dealing with these things for long enough
to not drop her guard.
Not til its head was in the salt tub.
Damn thing had taken her by surprise.
She supposed it was a little bit her fault, she didn't fully
check the house before she settled in for the night.
Sure she placed salt round all plausible entrances but that
didn't mean there wasn't something hiding in the house already.
At least she placed the salt tub nearby, doesn't hurt to play it safe.
Now if only she could find her blade.
She could have sworn she left it beside he-
The thing was gone.
The thing was gone.
The thing was gone!
How could she have forgotten the first rule she was taught, never
turn your back, not until the head's off.
Then she broke the second rule, hesitation.
Don't ever hesitate when there's one of them loose nearby.
After what seemed like an eternity of crouching by the door, trying
to think, trying to remember where the knife was and where the thing
could be.
The door slammed open and she broke the third rule.
No sudden movements and no sudden noises.
And most importantly, don't scream.
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