Three days ago, the widowed Betheliza Osario just got home from the interment of her late husband. Upon entering their room, she sat on the bed, and her hand glided over the spot where her husband used to sleep. Her hand rushed to her mouth as she thought of the times they were together. She was just thirty years old and already a widow. After drying her tears, she stood from the bed and prepared a change of clothes.
She suddenly heard a scratching sound coming from her closet. Curious, she cautiously opened the doors, but the sound disappeared. Then the sound rang out again, but this time it came from behind her. Turning around, she deduced the sound was coming from her vanity table. Creeping slowly, she approached the back of the table and peered behind, only to find nothing.
The sound came back again, and this time it was coming from the bed. Once again, with caution, she went to the bed and saw slight movement. She yanked the sheets off the bed to see what was causing the sound, and she let out an ear-curdling scream when she saw what lurked beneath. The helpers of the house all rushed in. "What is wrong, madam?" The head maid asked,
"There! On the bed!" cringing in a corner of the room. The maids all cautiously examined the bed, hearing the scratching sound. When they were near enough, they saw the source of the widow's dilemma…a tiny mouse.
The maids easily caught the tiny troublemaker. "Madam, it is a mouse," the head maid said, handing the animal to another servant for disposal.
She helped the cowering madam to her feet. The widow dusted herself, "You may leave me now, I need to rest," she instructed the maids, all of whom immediately vacated the room.
The warm water that came flowing from the showerhead soothed the widow's weary body. She ran her hands through her hair, making sure the refreshing water covered every inch of her being. But she stopped; the water became thick to the touch, sticky, and with a metallic smell. She opened her eyes to see what was wrong, but all she saw was red…blood! She was covered by the red fluid all over; even the walls of her fabulous bath were covered in red.
She ran out of the bathroom naked and screaming. She then tripped over something as she ran. When she looked at her feet, she saw a severed arm, gripping her ankle tightly and making its way up her leg. Beth screamed in terror, "AAAAaaaahhhh!" She kicked the hand off her leg and crawled to a corner of the room, panting, wheezing, prickly goosebumps crawled on her skin as her whole body trembled.
Her breath paused when she felt two cold and foul-smelling hands on her shoulder. She slowly turned around; her breath hitched in her throat; there behind her was the face of a rotting man. The ghoulish apparition smiled; its mouth filled with thick, foul-smelling green fluid. Its teeth are jagged and rotting. With its ghastly and rancid breath from its mouth, it kissed Betheliza on her delicate lips. She screamed out of pure terror and disgust. "Madam! Madam!" a voice snapped her from her terror. When she opened her eyes, she saw the face of her faithful maid.
She looked around her for any traces of the macabre. When nothing was found, she wrapped herself in her sheets and let the maid help her up. "Call a priest, an exorcist, a faith healer," she spoke softly, but soon her voice became harsh and fierce. "I don't care who, just call somebody!" she yelled at her maids.