056: mutilation

The song played on, masking the sound of water dripping into the plugged tub basin. Momentary bursts of static would interrupt the swinging rhythms, paced just so that one would think the radio was cackling through the airwaves. Ripples on the surface reflected the glint of streetlights through the open window, as something stirred in the water beneath.

A sudden deep breath overtook the radio. The sound of droplets hitting the water followed, as a small metal scalpel fell to the floor with a clang.

An unnatural smile emerged, as terrifying laughter echoed out into the street...