Lia could tell the air in the house was far too calm to be normal, especially for this situation. Calm before the storm. With that lovely, positive thought in her mind, she quickly got out of the shower and grabbed a towel from the cupboard, drying herself off before wrapping the towel around her. She glanced back up in the cupboard and saw a face staring back at her from one of the shelves. She screamed and slammed the cupboard shut, tightly holding the towel around her as she stared at the cupboard, expecting it to burst open. It didn't, though that did nothing for her now racing heart and her imagination.<br/><br/>Her black hair fell around her shoulders, in her eyes as she glared at the cabinet. When it didn't open, she turned around and screamed at the reflection in the mirror that wasn't her own. It had been a bloody corpse staring back at her. She punched the mirror, shattering the glass and the reflection, her hand now bloodied and cut as she stumbled back against the wall and sobbed uncontrollably, her cries intensifying in volume and fear, soon screams of agony mixed with horror.