The leg disappeared back into the tub and two arms slid slowly out, resting on either side. The skin of the arms were just as spoilt as the skin had been on the leg; the fingers began to drum along the porcelain and I saw their nails were long, sharp. An unsettling tap-tap-tapping noise filled the room.
I realized I’d been holding my breath and took in a great, gasping gulp of air. That was a mistake; I nearly gagged on the smell.
The thing in the tub made a low, rumbling sound in the back of its throat. I felt for an insane moment that it was calling to me.
