Anna and Ariel, Gingers United
Tripping up those steps in the darkness had happened a couple of times, but the little bruises were easily ignored and all she wanted was for them to get away from whatever the source of the wailing was. Now the screeching was an echo in the distance, and Ariel took a breath of air just to gag right after.
It was another smell she picked up, carried with the aroma of rot and decay. "I have a little light," she forced out, coughing and clearing her throat in disgust. It was buried beneath all the junk in her satchel, the glass and porcelain clinking together, but she felt the small tube (it was a thing Hook made sure she had on her, but often forgot about, along with the salts and bits of sage) and pulled it out. Switch pushed up, there was now a stream of light for them to use as a guide.
Ariel stepped back, leaning against the wall, but it was warm and wet behind her. Sticky. She shown the light on a spot, and there were smears of blood. All over the wallpaper. And now all over her, too. "Where--where did this come from?!"
Did someone get attacked? Did someone die?? Who's blood was this?