The Devil's Son ✔

Curious

The taxi picked me up after school, per usual, I'd decided to report Lucian tomorrow. The air was grim as my sulky Caucasian driver drove me home and accepted my VIP Taxi card, something my father had been able to get since I was the only student of Peril High who used a taxi every single day.

With a short thanks and a grunt the taxi disappeared in a distance and I walked upstairs to take a shower.

To my surprise, Sarah wasn't in the living room. No one was.

Dad had gone on another business trip and would be back on Saturday. Which meant that I had three more days to myself.

Frowning I dialled Sarah's phone number but it only went to voicemail and my frown deepened, she was supposed to come everyday. Did dad make arrangements I didn't know of?

Shrugging the creepy feeling off I stripped for my shower.

There was something that I really loved about my own bathroom. Maybe it was the thick lush carpet, or the way there was always central heating so I felt like being wrapped in a warm cocoon every time I entered. Maybe it was because of my seashell toilet seat and my very own bathtub.

Most likely it was because of my shower. I could choose radio stations during my shower and control the water to make it flow like I were standing underneath a waterfall.

The bathroom was the only place I had let my father fully invest in.

Mama had died in a bathroom.

Back in our old house, no one had let me see her, no one allowed me to enter the bathroom but it was bad and I knew it. I remember catching glimpses of blood.

From then on, I felt like my bathroom had to be spotlessly clean, everything had to be perfect, had to be safe.

Stepping into the shower I turned the channel to my favorite pop music and closed the double doors.

As the water thundered down onto my body I washed my hair and soaped myself in, occasionally singing along with whatever artist was playing.

It was halfway through my shower that my radio started going wack. Annoyed, I turned it off and back on, skimmed a classical channel before reverting back to my favorite one. But there was only a crackling, as if wires had been cut.

Turning the water off I reset my radio again, this time there was sound, but not the music that I'd wanted to hear.

'Can you come out now?'

I screamed, jumping back and hitting my head against the glass door, but the radio started to play music again.

Had it been my imagination? Maybe it was just the ending to another song. Maybe the commentator was talking to someone else. Maybe...

I gulped, and slowly made my way out of my shower, wrapped myself in my bath robe and tried to shakily tie the cords together over my waist.

'There is nothing wrong,' I whispered to myself, 'You're just paranoid, you're just freaking paranoid...' I continued, trying to laugh but failing.

When I finally had courage to step out of my bathroom, I sighed, relieved that there was no one inside my room. Trying to calm my thumping heart I dried my hair.

It was halfway through when the warmth of the hairdryer seemed to have gone cold.

'God damn it,' I muttered, switching the warmth and cold button on my hairdryer continuously, but the air stayed cold.

It was then that I felt it. That tingling up my spine, that coldness that seeped into my bones.

I turned around, heart pounding, but again there was no one.