Bathroom Drama

• Oliver Tobin, Grade 5
• Short Story
• 2017

I was working on my computer and my Auntie told me to go and have a shower. I didn’t want to because I remember what happened to me last time I was there. My Auntie told me again “Go and have a shower Martin”. In my mind I was trying to make up excuses for not going in the shower, I kept thinking of what awaited me there. My Auntie was getting annoyed now and she said again “Go and have a shower now!”. In my mind I thought these where the last word’s I might ever hear.

I went down the hallway to the bathroom, I got undressed and went into the bathroom. When I got in there I just saw the normal bathroom that I usually see, “weird” I said to myself, so I looked under the sink, near the toilet, behind the towels and behind the door but nothing was there. So, I just got in the shower and when I was in the shower. I did what I usually do, scrub myself with soap.

When I was done, I started looking out the window thinking if it will rain or not because there were big grey clouds in the sunset sky. Then a big roar of thunder came and I knew there will be lighting. There it was a big lightning bolt struck in the sky. The hot water stop working, so I turned off the shower and I was about to get out when the lights went out.

I was too scared to get out of the shower so I stayed behind the fog from the heat. Then I heard footsteps coming down the hallway it came into the bathroom and kept saying, “where is he” in an evil voice, it said again “I need him”. So, I stayed hidden behind the fog. Then a dark figure emerged from behind the door, making a heavy breathing sound. I froze, unable to move, speak or breath. Then it spoke “Martin, where are you?”. Now my eyes where use to the dark I could see a bit clearer and the figure moved towards me, reached up as if to grab me then pulled off what I thought was its face.

I stared, stunned it was……my little 5-year-old brother dressed up as Voldemort he looked exactly like Voldemort. “What are you doing?” I asked. He said he has been getting dressed up as Voldemort for fun. So, I said “was that you under the sink in the bathroom a few days ago?”. “Yes it was me” so I said “I get it now”. My brother said “I was playing forty-four-homes with my friend and under the sink was home”. “Oh, so it was you facing the wall counting to forty-four?”. “Yes” said my brother and we kept talking for a bit. Then my Auntie called to say dinner’s ready. Thankfully my appetite had come back. I was also very happy that I could have a shower in peace once again.

The End