“Em…” A familiar fur coat brushing against her legs earned a brief glance. “-sure, But remember, I have to be up early for my first day tomorrow.” The brunette raised a finger for emphasis as she stepped swiftly around the two to start up the stairwell. “I’m going to scope out the rooms and freshen up. I feel like I’ve been traveling for three days.”
From the top step she could hear Ruth talking to…the house? “We should see if there’s any good takeout nearby!” Marishka called, making her way down the upstairs hall. Considering Ruth had found this place it only seemed fair she’d have the master bedroom. More room for Milton, anyway. With only two rooms left, she opted for the one on the opposite end of hall. “Not bad. It even has its own window nook.” Tossing her purse on the bed she made her way into the bathroom only to pause. Try as she might, she couldn’t recall Ruth mentioning the house would be so…furnished.
“Hm.” Striding over the dresser she promptly pulled open the drawers. Empty. Then the closet. Empty. “Tsk.” Here she was, checking to see if anything had been left behind as if the previous tenants would have left their belongings. On the plus side she was now confident she’d be able to store all her clothes. “I need a nap.” Once in the bathroom she ran the faucet and dampened a cloth to press against her face and neck. “Dum. Dum. Dum…Dum..Dum.” The sudden thud of her purse hitting the floor caused her to jump, the cloth slipping from her fingers underneath the sink.
“Shite.” Bending down she was in the midst of collecting the cloth she noticed a pair of men’s shoes and fully clothed legs through the curtain of fallen hair. Marishka froze, swallowing softly before abruptly turning up right. “Wha-” The word died on her tongue. No one was there. Her chest heaved with a breathless laugh, manicured nails combing once through her locks to free her face. “Get it together, girl. Get. It. Together. You’re across the fucking country now.”
A moment later she stepped out of the bathroom to find a teenage girl holding her purse. “Oh, fuck.”
“You got any cigarettes?” The girl asked, opening her purse.
“No. I don’t.” Marishka snatched her purse back. “What are you doing in here?”
“…What are you doing here? They don’t normally sell the house to people so young. You must really be loaded.”
“Not quite. Just lucky, I guess.” Marishka watched the girl quietly. “You still haven’t answered my question.”
“No one who moves into this house is lucky. Everybody’s died…Unless they get out quickly enough.”
“Mhm…I guessed that much from the tour bus.”
The girl scoffed. “You have no idea.”
“Alright. Well, I’m going down stairs and I think you’re going to join me.” Marishka decided. When she received a questioning look she merely gestured for her to hurry up. “Come on. Let’s go. I’ll get you some cigarettes or something.” Once the girl got up she led the way back downstairs. “Look who I found. Ruth this is the girl who was in my room. Girl who was in my room; this is Ruth.”