Eight Sentence Sunday #5

Hello, all!

It is once again time for WeWriWa, a blog hop that occurs on weekends in order to encourage authors to expose themselves to others' works, as well as not to slack on the weekends and get some damn writing done!

This week's eight comes once again The Haunted Lingerie. We're going to skip forward a bit to Misty's first night alone in possession of the cursed garment. She was just taking a bath when a strange shadow fell over her, but upon surfacing from the tub, she found that no one was there.

We'll pick up during the aftermath of that eerie phenomenon now.

... She waited, holding her breath until her vision blurred and bathwater began to overflow onto the tile floor. She turned the faucet off and listened. She didn't hear anything. 

But there was a smell. 

She sniffed despite herself. It was sweet – sickly so, with a sharp acridity that followed. She raised her hand to her mouth to fight the urge to gag and closed her eyes, trying to remember why it seemed familiar, where she had smelled it before. 

As soon as her eyelids shut, she remembered: her father’s body had smelled just like that after he had died. ...

I hope you've enjoyed my eight sentences this week. If you've enjoyed this snippet, you can take a look at my other works on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords. You can also access my Amazon author page by clicking on the cover art image above.

Hope you're having a great weekend, and that it only gets better from here!