Marion went into her room and sat on the bed. 'Yes, it was a stupid idea to stealthat money' she thought. It was like a bad dream. Now, after talking to thatstrange, sweet young man, she was awake again. 'I'll take the money to the bankfirst thing on Monday morning,' she thought. 'Nobody will know what I've done.Everything will be all right.' She stood up. She suddenly felt very strong and happy. She felt wonderful.'After I have a shower, I'll feel perfect,' she thought. 'I'll be as clean as snow.' She took off her blouse, her skirt and shoes, and threw them onto the bed. Shedidn't realize that someone was watching her. There was a hole in the Availbetween Marion's room and the one behind Norman's office. Norman was lookingthrough the hole, watching Marion as she undressed. Before going into the shower, Marion suddenly thought of something. She satdown at a small desk and wrote some numbers on a piece of paper. 'I spent sevenhundred dollars of that money today,' she thought. 'I must try to pay that back.But that isn't important now. I'm too tired to think about money. I want a shower.' She walked into the bathroom and threw the piece of paper into the toilet. Thenshe took off her other clothes and got into the bath. Pulling the plastic curtainbehind her, she turned on the shower. It was lovely. Beautiful and warm. She closed her eyes. The warm water washeddown over her body. The bad dream was over. She was becoming a good, clean girlagain... Marion didn't hear the bathroom door as it quietly opened She didn't see the oldwoman who was slowly crossing the floor. She was facing the wall when thewoman's hand pulled the plastic curtain open. She turned quickly and could see,through the water in her eyes, a face. A terrible white face with long grey hair andmad, shining eyes. And above the woman's head, in her hand, there was a large,silver knife. Marion screamed. The woman laughed and brought the knife straight down intoher neck. Marion went on screaming as the knife cut into her arms, her throat,her stomach. She tried to fight, but the old woman was too strong. The knife cutdeeply into her body, again and again and again. Marion became weaker, herscreams became softer. Finally, with a small, strange noise at the back of herthroat, Marion dropped to the floor of the bath and lay perfectly still. Water wasfalling into her face, into her beautiful, frightened eyes. It washed down over herbody, red with blood. Marion Crane was dead.
