"Alice? Alice, are you in there?" A young woman hovered in front of the open doorway. Inside it seemed silent, but underneath the quiet lay an ominous humming.
She stepped inside.
In a chair in the center of the room sat the shape of a woman, its figure moving and writhing with the crawling insects on it. As Sandra came close, she stuck out a hand, reaching for the shape.
"Alice?"
A whispered voice seemed to come from the floor, the sound throbbing and pulsating with the humming, "She's ours."
The voice propelled Sandra forward. She touched the shape and it dissolved, the bees scattering to the floor and the air. The woman underneath was gone.
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