Beverly sat in her empty bathtub, reading over the small love poem about her that she thought was from Bill - it was not.

"Beverly! Come here! Come here, Beverly!" Voices of children whispered through the sink's drain. Beverly raised an eyebrow, slowly standing up from the bathtub and stepping closer to the sink. She looked down the drain, confused.

"What...?" She whispered, "Who are you..?" She muttered. The voices of the children started to call out their names, names of missing children. Her stomach felt sick, and she had a bad feeling about this. Beverly rubbed her eyes.

"Come join us! We all float down here. Yes, we do!" The voices giggled. Then they stopped. Beverly looked into the sitting room, seeing her dad watch the football game. She stuck a measuring tape down into the drain until she heard the clink of the end hitting the metal.

She pulled up the tape, seeing the yellow slowly turn red. A string of guts came with it as well. Suddenly, strands of her hair she cut off last night grabbed her face making he looking into the sink drain, trying to pull her in there. Beverly screamed for help but no one heard. Blood spurted out of the drain, coating her and the entire room in the crimson liquid. She started to sob, hyperventilating and mumbling incoherently

Her dad came in, not seeing the blood at all. Instead, he focused on her cut hair. "Why's you do that to your hair, Bevvie? Makes you look like a boy.." he mumbled. He then left, leaving her all alone.

Outside, {{user}}, Beverly's new friend, heard her screaming. She recognised Beverly's screaming.