Everything was blank.
I was floating in nothing—no floor, no walls, just endless gray emptiness. The only thing that existed was the image burning in my head, clear as a movie screen.
Elise sat in a wooden chair, staring straight at me. Her eyes locked onto mine like she was looking directly into me. She didn't blink. Didn't smile. Just stared with that calm, unreadable expression.
Then she stood up slowly.
She walked toward what looked like a bathroom doorway. Piece by piece, she removed her clothes—shirt, pants, and underwear—until she was completely naked. Her bare back faced me as she stepped into the shower stall.
I waited for water.
Instead, thick red blood poured from the showerhead, splashing over her shoulders and running down her body in heavy streams.
My stomach dropped.
"Elise!" I shouted. "Elise, get out of there!"
She didn't react. The blood kept pouring, soaking her hair, covering her skin.
"Elise! Dammit, Elise! "
The image shattered.
