all of the fixtures were new , and yet she approached the basin feeling that the old nightmare had gripped her again ; she would peer down into that black and lidless eye , the whispering would begin , and then the blood - she leaned over the sink , catching a glimpse of her pallid face and dark eyes in the mirror over the basin , and then she stared into that eye , waiting for the voices , the laughter , the groans , the blood .