Tara swayed back and forth hypnotically, her sadomasochistic impulses fighting with her sense of reason for control. On one hand, she had no desire to become prey to a ghost or a possesed pair of clippers. On the other... The blood in the sink was singing a sweet song to her, and Krista looked lovely screaming in red...
Just a little further... Let the door open just a little further... Just enough so that she could see...