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 few feet away from me. He's watching me. I peaked through the curtain earlier. Just to get a glimpse of him. I with I hadn't.
He had grey skin, only a few patches of long, thin hair on his head. He had nails that could have been at least a foot long but... There was blood on those nails, with pieces of my wife's flesh still hanging off the tips. Every once in a while he'll make a creaky chuckle, a clearing of the throat, to show he's still there.
I don't want to get out, but the water keep on getting hotter... And hotter. I'm starting to blister. I stood there with boiling hot water hitting my back, and i wander how much longer i can take this for.
