Annabelles Fantasy – Crista Electrocuted

The shadow in the doorway moves before she can scream, a crackling appliance plunging into the bathwater. Her body convulses violently, spine arching as the current seizes every nerve, her fingers scraping uselessly against the porcelain. The intruder watches with cold detachment until her thrashing fades to trembling, then to absolute stillness. Steam curls from the water as her face settles into a peaceful blankness. The only sound is the furious hum of the live wire still drinking her warmth