What felt like buckets of blood poured out of her body as she clutched her lower abdomen and raced to the bathroom in the early hours of the weekday morning. She spun around before shoving open the bathroom door and saw the trail of black tar behind her.
The moment she flicked on the bathroom light she became overwhelmed with fear. The pain was torturous, comparable to a knife stabbing her repeatedly and from the looks of her surroundings one might have guessed someone had been slaughtered. She was petrified.
She was a fairly young woman, who hadn’t even passed her 30th birthday, but was old enough to have heard similar stories from her mother and aunts, and most certainly some of her closest girlfriends.
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