Nightmare Food

The water was running in the bathroom. But no one was here. The roommate who shares my bathroom moved out weeks ago, and the others had been on vacation. But I heard it, not just dripping, actually running enough to be a flow. Well, I should turn it off, so I did. I got up and went to turn off the water. Without thinking, I just opened the door and reached for the faucet in the tub, which was leaking a good amount and seemed to have actually been turned slightly. In a moment, I noticed that the water must not have been running very long, because there was not much water in the tub even though it doesn't drain well.

Just as I turned it, water stopping, the door slammed shut. I was in complete darkness, alone.

I rushed to get out of the bathroom, and anti-climatically, nothing else happened. The water remained off, and the dorm remained quiet. Nothing else happened all day.



A bit later on, I was finally admitting that I needed to clean the drain. The fact that the water was not draining well from the tub was clearly due to the obscene amount of hair caught in it. Normally I can just clean out the filter/catch in the drain... but it had gotten to the point where there was even hair caught underneath that.

With a cringe I grabbed at the hair tangled in the drain. As I pulled it out, it came in gobs like little dead hairy mice. After about two or three of these, a particularly long one came out... the hair just kept going, almost 6 inches, and thick. Until it just stopped. I couldn't pull it anymore, because it felt attached to something deep in the drain. The weft of hair was thick enough, that as I yanked at it I felt that I was pulling on a thin ponytail. That thought made yanking it that much harder. I distinctly imagined a woman's voice, "ouch!" or a scream...

Despite the lights being on and the door staying in place I jolted from the bathroom.

There was no voice. Obviously the hair did not belong to some ghost of a woman living in my bath drain. But the thought was so absurd, it seemed like anything could happen.

I think I have seen too many movies.

Is this a good enough excuse not to clean the drain anymore?



I just read a book where some women were chopping up a man's body. It was not very graphic in the descriptions, but it didn't need to be. Modern movies had trained me well enough to picture everything. The head in a garbage bag. The filleted fingers and sawed apart bones. Thick slowly oozing blood coating the bathroom floor and getting under the women's nails.

I can't take this, why is it always a bathroom? I hate bathrooms... there is no way I'm getting up to pee tonight.