I felt the soft patter of the water on my head. I look up at the small holes that project the only light I can see. Water is coming through, raining on me. Ahh, it feels wonderful. The water isn't "clean", though. It contains all of the dirt and sweat from your busy day. I stick my tongue out, tasting you. Then comes my favorite part. You clean your hair, and some pieces come out. They travel through the holes, landing next to me. I scrape them up, moving to put them with the rest. I have a large collection of them. I've been collecting them since you were young. I have enough now to make a wig out of them. The water ceases, and you leave my view of the holes. I place your hair on my head, strands falling on my face. I inhale deeply, smelling you. I can only wait until you shower again, so I can show you my new hair.
~Honestly, writing this one kind of made me uncomfortable, so I apologize. Any who, sweet dreams.~
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Don't Get Scared
HorrorSome random creepy stories that I found on Pinterest. I will credit as many as possible, but I can't promise that I will be able to. I am not taking credit for any of these stories, and if they are, I will say at the beginning f the story that it w...
