[ The thing about being dead is that you're not actually confined to a mirror. Frank's relationship with his dead is unique, but it wasn't a conversation Nashua wanted to have—until a man with a scar on his chin snarled at her in place of her reflection. The only thing that kept her from making a scene in Frank's bathroom was the fact that she has been dealing with this since she was five, and most of her earliest memories involve a grandmother who died before she was born.
Curling her hand into a fist around her keys, she leans against the threshold's doorframe and forces herself to look at him. The dancing colours of The Price is Right throw neon shadows on his face.
The mug had been to smash in his face if he had come at her with no pants on. Now, she's wishing she hadn't put it down.
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Curling her hand into a fist around her keys, she leans against the threshold's doorframe and forces herself to look at him. The dancing colours of The Price is Right throw neon shadows on his face.
The mug had been to smash in his face if he had come at her with no pants on. Now, she's wishing she hadn't put it down.
Slowly, softly — ] Did you kill them?