Suddenly, a bottle of dish soap tipped over and spilled onto the floor. Startled, Emily groaned, “Great,” she muttered, rubbing her sore head after bumping it against the cabinet door. “Now soap is attacking me.”
She straightened up just in time to hear a faint skittering noise above her. Instinctively, she jumped back, only to hit her head again. “Seriously?!” she snapped, feeling more frustrated than scared.