Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27012445-20161207061949

The hot shower feels so good after spending the entire day outdoors in thirty-degree weather. Steam swirls in the air and the hot water soothes my aching body. I can feel my tight muscles already begin to relax. I squeeze a gigantic glob of shampoo into my hand; more than I really need. The lather builds and thickens. I massage my scalp, paying particular attention to all my pressure points where my stress is ready to explode.

With suds running down my face, I hear the bathroom door slowly creak open. I think to myself, "That goddamn cat, I mustn't have closed the door all the way."

Now a bit irritated, I continue to work the shampoo into my hair and scalp. A chilly flow of air envelopes my body. I shiver from the cold and curse the cat one more time.

I casually rinse the soap from my head and face. The warm water runs down my face. Once my eyes are free from the shampoo, I open my to see the dark shape standing on the other side of the shower curtain.

I couldn't tell if it was male or female. It gyrates against the shower curtain in a perverted way. In spite of it hanging flimsily from the curtain rod, it rubs its hazy body against the shower curtain. It presses its face against the curtain, opening and closing its mouth.

From the shock of seeing this creature, I slam into the rear of the shower. Although I could not make out its eyes, I could tell it was scanning my naked body. It crouches and licks the shower curtain upward until its stands to its full height of just under seven feet. Its tongue zig-zags along the shower curtain as it moves from bottom to top.

The falling of water from the shower head beat against my body and grows louder. My god, it is deafening. I fall to the ground and scream, "Stop! Stop!"

The soothing hot water quickly loses its heat and begin to pelt droplets of ice water on me. I am in torment, and the beast begins to laugh and cackle. Its hands press against the shower curtain. I accept my fate and grab a hand-full of the curtain and rip it open!

Only an empty bathroom stands before me. The only hint of the terrifying experience is a soft echo of laughing coming from the drain in the sink. 