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 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 tip of his nails. 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 keeps getting hotter... and hotter. I frantically try to turn off the tap but nothing works. Why aren't the pipes working? I'm starting to blister. I stand here, with the boiling water hitting my back and I wonder how much longer I can take this.