Laundry: Horror/Dark Fantasy

Their laundry was horrific. Bloodstains, old urine dried on where the previous owner had died...once she even found a matted chunk of scalp clinging to a pant leg. She couldn't look the pants owner in the eyes when he came to collect his laundry. That was probably for the best. Her boldness in actually looking at her lord and masters had gotten her into trouble more than once. Twice, to be precise. She'd made very sure that she didn't get in trouble three times. Old Martha, who worked with her in the laundry, had made that mistake. She only knew the woman's name was Martha because she'd spelled it out with--

Inspiration: opheliac_9 talking about de-fleaing her laundry
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Ick.