I Faked My Infection To Survive the Manor
Chloe, the maid I share a room with, is dead.
I watched the head housekeeper and another maid pin her to the floor. I watched them as the housekeeper vomited up a slimy, black web of fungus and forced it down Chloe's throat.
I should have screamed. I wanted to. But my selective mutism took over, trapping the sound in my throat. It probably saved my life.
The next day, Chloe was alive again.
She walked into the young miss’s room to brush her hair, just like always.
I was so scared I dropped the water basin I was holding.
As I stood there, frozen, the young miss leaned in close, her voice a whisper only I could hear. "You've noticed it too, haven't you? They're not themselves anymore."