Great, she thought, that's all they needed. No water.

She bent down to look under the sink and saw a cutoff valve on a T-fitting just below the pipes.

"Ah ha!" She said, crouching down and turning the valve. There was a cough and a sputter from the sink as water began to rush from the faucet. She straightened up and washed her hands, wiping them on her t-shirt then turned the water off. As she did so, she heard something behind her again.

She turned and stared into the shadows at the far end of the bathroom near the showers.

"Ned?"

It would be just like Neddie, she thought, to come popping out at her in his Indian headdress waving a tomahawk or something.

"Hey, come on you guys," she said, walking slowly toward the showers.

"Ollie Ollie Oxen Free!" she approached one of the curtain shower stalls and pulled a chain on a light fixture hanging overhead. She reached out and grabbed the curtain, then abruptly yanked it open. It was empty. There was a slight drip coming from the showerhead. She stepped inside and twisted the faucet tighter, shutting off the drip. She pursed her lips and moved back, looking at the second shower stall. Was the curtain moving?

She reached out and took hold of the curtain, hesitating then jerked it back. Empty. She sighed.

"Must be my imagination."

Outside, the rain started coming down harder. It sounded like pebbles hitting the roof. It seemed as if the sound was getting louder. She thought of her dream: the rain, turning to blood, and a shiver ran down her spine. She turned, not seeing the shadow that suddenly appeared on the wall. The shadow of an axe being raised. She turned and saw a face, twisted into a horrifying grimace. A look of sheer, terrifying insanity. Eyes, wide and bulging. Lips, twisted in a snarl. She saw the axe now, held high. Saw it coming down. For brief second, everything switched into slow motion. She couldn't move. She couldn't breathe. She saw the arm beginning its downward sing.