It takes you a few moments to calm down, and extract yourself from the bedroom. Leigh leaves last, as she makes sure she’s got footage of every nook and cranny for post.
You make your way down the rest of the corridor of dorms, but none of the others draw your attention the way Alice’s did. You reach the end of the corridor, and meet a set of stairs: Up and down.
The final door on this floor creaks slightly, making you all look that way. Beyond the slightly opened door, you hear a soft
Plink…. Plink… Plink…
Like water dripping into itself. It’s constant, and rhythmic. It demands to be seen, to be confirmed. You push through the door, and find yourself in the communal bathroom for this floor of dorms. It’s a large space, with toilet stalls off to one side, and shower stalls off to the other.
In the middle, a circle of sinks and mirrors. Arranged around this centerpiece are strange mannequins, each acting out a different step in the morning routine. One holds a toothbrush up to its smooth face. Another looks to be crimping its eyelashes. Another checks for spots in the mirror.
Moonlight shines in from outside, casting off shadows on the floor, as a tree sways just beyond the window outside.
Fanning into the room proper, you see the source of the noise. Each of the sinks, all manned by their own mannequin, is full of red liquid, which drops in steadily from the tap. The old porcelain is marked red after seeming years of the stuff marking the inside, even as it steadily drips over the sink, making the flood beneath wet and red.
