The only reason I'm not freaking out right now is that I don't have a bathtub. Yay for not having a bathtub. No possessed people in my bathtub, no, don't got one.
Okay, I am freaking out a tiny bit. Scary, scary, scary. And she's so close. Looks like a bathtub date gone horribly wrong.
"Do you remember me? "Do you remember the smell of the roses? "Do you remember the dimmed, soft lights? "Do you remember the sickening taste of the soapy water? "No, you wouldn't. Because it was I who you drowned in it. "But I remember, and I now invite you to join me."
What, this late already? I got to go watch some kittens do cute stuff on Youtube, if you'll excuse me.