Of all things, at three o’clock in the morning, Zorica had not expected her roommate to break into her room covered in blood and murder her. Fortunately, she was already dead, so it was a minor inconvenience.
“What the hell?” she demanded, forcing her ghost back into the body. While she hated the pain that involved, without access to her hands she couldn’t begin to put the body back into place.
“I knew it!” Janice exclaimed. “You’re some sort of monster!”
“Why are you covered in blood, Janice?” Zorica asked the moment she could actually move her mouth again.
“Monsters!” Janice said, pointing the knife at her again.
Zorica slapped her. Janice dropped the knife. She could smell the blood, now on her hand, the fumes of insanity on it.
It wasn’t as though Zorica had had worse mornings, but she wouldn’t want it to become worse than now. Despite the pain, she dragged Janice to the shower to get her body and mind clean.