Creepypasta

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 feet away from me. 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 patches of long thin hair on his head. He had nails that could've been 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 cleaning of the throat... to show 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 there with the  boiling water hitting my back and I wonder how  much longer  I can take this.