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The large bathtub was permeated to the rim with thick, black water that threatened to trickle over. It sat in over in a dull, moldy corner of the attic, adorned with wispy cobwebs that threaded intricately throughout the wooden beams above. The tub looked like it has been sitting there for ages; no one dared to look back there.
The amber rays of the sun then faded away softly - dusk had fallen. The darkness of the night finally clawed its away from the shadows, skulking menacingly across the room.
The tub shifted violently, spilling the wicked substance over on the floor, which no doubt escaped quickly into the cracks of the wooden boards.
A hand rose - long, pale, humane fingers blindly groped at the air. But in only a moment, the hand slumped back into the tub.
All became still; it would be a while before it moved.
But it wouldn't be long.