The Spirit in the Bathroom...
Once upon a time, in a cozy little apartment, there lived a man named Sam. Sam was an ordinary guy with an ordinary life, except for one peculiar detail: his bathroom mirror was haunted by a spirit . Yes, you read that right—a demon.
Now, most people would panic if they discovered a demon lurking in their bathroom. But Sam's spirit was different. Instead of tormenting him or plotting his demise, this demon had taken on the role of a helpful assistant. Every morning, Sam would stumble into the bathroom, rubbing his eyes, only to find fresh messages scrawled on the mirror in crimson letters.
"Don't forget you have yoga at 2 A.M. or was it P.M.?? Ughhh whatever you have Yoga to do," the spirit would write, the blood still wet and dripping. Sam would nod, appreciating the reminder. He was terrible at remembering appointments, and his demon seemed to have a knack for it.
"You're out of milk," another message would appear. Sam would chuckle, wondering how the demon knew about his breakfast habits....
Now, most people would panic if they discovered a demon lurking in their bathroom. But Sam's spirit was different. Instead of tormenting him or plotting his demise, this demon had taken on the role of a helpful assistant. Every morning, Sam would stumble into the bathroom, rubbing his eyes, only to find fresh messages scrawled on the mirror in crimson letters.
"Don't forget you have yoga at 2 A.M. or was it P.M.?? Ughhh whatever you have Yoga to do," the spirit would write, the blood still wet and dripping. Sam would nod, appreciating the reminder. He was terrible at remembering appointments, and his demon seemed to have a knack for it.
"You're out of milk," another message would appear. Sam would chuckle, wondering how the demon knew about his breakfast habits....