*Mark*

“It couldn’t have been bird’s poop. The stuff smelled like rancid egg fart in a jar. It soaked my hair and clothes. I had to shampoo my hair ten times just to get the smell off me. There was someone up there playing a sick prank on me.”

I try to stifle my laughter as I pass Emily’s room. She is complaining to her new chambermaid about last night, and I can only conclude she was the one Rose’s puke landed on. How fitting! Rose had literally puked on her nemesis ...