Its frosty air makes warm breath turn to a slight translucent haze; continuous sound echo’s around the glossy polished tiling covering the whole bathroom.
Being night only reflections from the window lightens the room, making silhouettes. Broken mirror shattered sharp like knifes over the floor, picks up rays which dance along the window sill, moist air made it seem like a shower had been taken, letting off a putrid smell, as though something was withering away in the corner and had been forgotten about. The shower curtain lay half hanging on the shower hook, plastic and slashed as though someone grabbed it to support themselves which they were falling.
It reminds me of the movie psycho the scene of the bathroom, the door pushed slowly open, a hand reaching up and the grasp of the shower curtain, the pure horror on her face, knife slashing.
The tap dripping is an outburst of sound stabbing the silence in the atmosphere creating a mind- driving insane sound, bringing peace when the drips stop.
My hands where sweaty, deep down inside I was afraid, the way the door, continued to stare at me, its dark, driven insanity laughing at me, like it was going to lead me into a dreaded place that I dared not to enter.
Night is so horrifying, it makes everything you question uncertain, it unravels until you think it’s something more, and believe it, fear it.
So this is how I feel about bathrooms at night. People are scared of all kinds of things, but I choose to believe there is something more behind the door, a hair lifting, cruel and frightening place.
