Lex stepped into the ladies room, glancing quickly under the doors of the four stalls, making sure she was alone.

She’d hit the club earlier that evening after a really stressful day at the travel agency office where she worked. She’d been really glad to see Diana show at the club and wanted to talk to her about the administrative opening the brunette had mentioned at the studio a few days earlier.

‘If I have to put up with that idiot of a boss much longer, I’ll be sending him on a one way trip to somewhere so far off the beaten track, he’ll have to have tweezers and a witch-doctor to find his way back!’

Having finished with the call of Mother Nature and washed up a bit, Lex decided to give herself a rare treat for once. She slipped back to the stall, locking the door behind her as she reached into her miniscule excuse for a purse and took out the carefully hoarded ‘joint’ another friend had given her earlier.

Just as she lit the paper-wrapped bundle, she heard a sharp click, like the sound of a door being locked.

“Hello? Is there someone there?”

Silence filled the room as her words faded away.

Thoroughly irritated, Lex stooped down to look under the door of her stall, but saw no one in the small bathroom with her.

She shrugged to herself, accepting that her nerves must be wound tighter than she had thought, and sat down again on the stool, re-lighting the extinguished joint.

Drawing the harsh smoke into her lungs, Lex heard the slight noise again, just before the lights in the bathroom blinked out, leaving her in darkness.

From the ceiling above her, a slim, silvered shaft of moonlight slipped between the blades of the exhaust fan, providing the only illumination in the room.

“Alright, this is enough. Who the hell is in here? I don’t appreciate the childish pranks, so just stop it, okay? I’m gonna finish my own business here and I’d suggest you get the fuck out of here cause if you’re still around when I come out, there will be even more hell to pay!”

Lex was filled with mixed emotions. Rage at the joke she felt was being played on her, frustration due to the uncertainty of who the joker might be, even a slight fear that perhaps it wasn’t a joke.

She took another pull from the miniscule joint, holding the smoke in her lungs as she tossed the small butt into the toilet.

Just as she finally began to exhale, a black-gloved hand slipped over her mouth, causing her to choke. Struggling to no avail, Lex tried to glance behind her. All she managed to see was the gleam of the moonlight as it slipped across the shining edge of the knife, just before being swallowed by the darkness and the warmth of her throat as the blade slid through the flesh with a thick, wet, tearing sound.

“The pay in Hell, can be quite attractive.”