Entry 17: The Red Rain Comes for Tabitha
Tabitha trudged unhappily through the tunnel, scowling at the feel of the water on her feet. The ankle deep water splashed violently with her steps, droplets flying. A good deal of other droplets fell from the tunnel’s arched ceiling, providing a creepy background drip to the place. One of these many drops struck her head, dampening her short pink locks, sending a shiver down her spine.
She sighed in resignation, continuing onward, her shoes splashing down into the water in progression. More droplets fell, one striking her right shoulder. The constant drip taunted her (trying to break her spirit), but she kept walking (not giving in).
The dripping continued, becoming much more of a patter. Tabitha stopped, going white as a sheet. Before her, the dripping remained unchanged. The pattering, though, came from behind her. Her heart racing, she spun about with a jerky motion, her brown eyes widening in horror at what she found. The previous section of the tunnel was bathed in a red downpour, the roiling ankle deep water now a deep crimson. How was this even possible? Was she not in a tunnel?
She took a fearful step back but slipped, falling onto her butt, a startled eep escaping her lips. The rain neared, reaching towards her. There was no more time. She squeezed her brown eyes shut but never felt the downpour. Timidly opening them, she found that the rain’s approach had stopped mere inches from her (the water around her already a deep red).
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Entry 18: Tabitha Comes Face to Face With Herself
The deluge continued, raging before her, roiling the red water beneath it. Tabitha sat in ankle deep crimson water, watching the ongoing downpour. With her brown eyes fixated on the quite out of place rain, the pink haired girl slowly climbed to her feet (her lower half thoroughly soaked with reddish fluid).
She tensed, something within the rain (something approaching) drawing her attention. The humanoid entity stood at roughly her height, but the raging rain obscured its appearance. She had half a mind to run yet found herself rooted to the spot.
“Another me?” she mumbled (a confused expression on her face). The rain drew apart much like curtains, revealing a figure that looked almost exactly like her (the only difference being that the other figure had red irises).
Tabitha gasped, taking a quick step back, red water splashing. The other her just smiled, tipping a nonexistent hat. Droplets of clear water fell from the tunnel’s ceiling as the crimson rain continued at both sides of the double.
Without a word, the other Tabitha turned to leave, the falling rain closing around her, the red water splashing with her footfalls. A moment later, she and the rain vanished from sight, Tabitha releasing a breath she had unconsciously been holding.
The brown eyed girl stood alone in the tunnel, droplets of clear water dripping from above. At her feet, the ankle deep water still shown a deep crimson, ripples forming at its surface due to the water drops falling into it.