Creature from the great beyond
I stopped short at the edge of the sink as the autumn sky outside the window darkened to starry moonless black. The child had just left her bath and was cheerfully babbling about something… I wasn’t really listening.
I was transfixed. There was something in the bathroom with me.
Something terrible.
A skull… cleverly carved into the wispy cellulose of my cheap toilet paper. Was it the dog? Was it the child? Was it a monster from… from… from the depths of the… the… t-t-t-toilet waiting there in its watery lair for the next victim?
For me?
My full bladder tweaked — a reminder that I must move forward. My hand reached, quivering, toward the accursed bowl.
Then I heard the giggling from the doorway. “What’s the matter, Mommy? Were you scared?”
I am still working on an appropriate revenge.
