Brimstone

The water from the shower bounced off the open umbrella onto the floor; as Matthew crouched in the bath tub holding it above his head.

The lights flickered, sending ripples of light over the drenched white tiles. Sparks flew from the light fitting, causing electricity to arc around the room.

‘I’m not ready!’, Matthew screamed. A guttural laugh caused the tiles to crumble, as two giant horns emerged from the mirror and the room went dark.

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