Jane paused and looked up from her book, straining her ears for the elusive sound.
It was only the third day in her new apartment, but the sound of something dripping was driving her crazy. Worse yet, she had only heard the sound a couple of times an hour and couldn’t find it. She swore it moved, but no one else heard it.
Shaking her head, she turned her attention back to her book. After another minute, the sound came again, expect louder than before.
A pair of red drops fell on her book as a hand grabbed her hair.