The icy water bit at my skin as I splashed it across my face. I scrubbed hard, as if I might scrub away what on the way to the bathroom just now.
How many times did I see something like that today? The black gooey arm hanging around on Dasha's shoulder, then there was that woman whose face was ripped to shreds standing in the corner of the bar. Finally, I saw a man whose jaw was hanging down so low, trailing after one of the waitresses. Recalling it made me want to drown it all in beer until the memories fizzled away into froth and foam.
Even though I had been warned that the job was terrifying, I still continued to pursue it, and as a result, I slowly developed the ability to see supernatural entities. At first, it was manageable; I only caught glimpses, shadows brushing the edges of my vision, nothing more than an unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach.
