A book full of HORROR || One shots

In Hot Water

I've been in the shower for hours now and I have yet to run out of hot water. I can't leave. Something sits on the toilet seat only a feet away. He's watching me. I peaked through the curtain earlier.... just to get a glimpse of him. I wish I hadn't.

He had grey skin, only few patches long and thin hair on his head. He had nails that could have been a foot long. But.... there was blood on those nails, pieces of my wife's flesh still hanging off the tip of his nails. Every now and the he'll make a creaky chuckle, a clearing throat.... to tell me he's still there.

I don't want to get out but the water keeps getting hotter.... and hotter. I'm starting to blister. I stand here, with the boiling water hitting my back and I wonder how much longer can I take....