…Upon stepping through the shower’s frosted glass door, her mouth opened in shock. On the wall, three words were written in what appeared to blood. “Help. You’re next,” they read. Excess fluid dripped down the cold tile and found its way into the drain. Who had done this? What could this mean?
Unfortunately for you, this is not an excerpt from my upcoming horror novel: This is a description of an otherwise ordinary Tuesday night. I reported the incident to my CA, showered in the men’s bathroom and went to bed angry.