Cleaning this bathroom had yielded some less than stellar results. He honestly wished he could stop and retreat to his room for a nice rest but he couldn’t stop until his job was done.
Today was cleaning day and he was always thorough. Always.
When Chris set his mind towards completing a task, he got it done with more than a little time left to spare. Then he could maybe relish in attempting to do it again to make sure it was doubly clean. The way things were going here, cleaning it once might have to suffice though.
No matter what he did, the weird black spot on the bottom of the tub just wasn’t coming off!
“Okay, you little sludge stain…” Chris narrowed his eyes as he took out the triple whammy of his Super Ultra Deluxe Cleaner, the steel wool with soap in the bristles, and the magic eraser. “If doing all of these one at a time doesn’t work then how about all three at the same time!”
He shouted his desire to make sure this stain suffered the consequences of existing within his house and got to scrubbing and cleaning. He sprayed and rubbed the obstruction down with as much strength as his arms could muster. Despite what people may say about his personality, he was no pushover.
Yet, despite that, when he removed his hand, the area in the tub he cleaned was spotless and sparkly… except for the stain!
Chris’s heart dropped.
He leered down at it, examining it closely with his eye. “Is it… perhaps just an extremely small piece of the tub that was made black instead of white when it was created…? No. Impossible. I’ve cleaned this tub plenty of times. I’ve done it multiple times a day sometimes. I’ve never seen this particular spot here!”
Chris pouted and slumped on his knees. He was here in just his rolled up sweater, his yellow gloves, and his Disney Princess underoos. No one liked wearing pants in their own home and neither did he, even if he risked being embarrassed by Troy.
Speaking of which, the loud banging outside the door was starting to bug him.
“Go away Troy,” Chris shouted.
“Why? It’s not your bathroom! It belongs to everyone! I’m gonna call mom and dad and tell them you need to stop eating so much fiber!” Troy called from outside the door.
“I’m cleaning the bathroom and you know it, dummy!” Chris snapped. “Go away!”
“You’re usually done by now! What’s the hold up?!” Troy asked.
“It’s this stain…!” Chris snapped.
Troy got quiet.
“Fine. I’ll shower in the morning. Whatever.”
He then left. Chris sighed.
He didn’t like the idea of leaving this stain unattended to but it wasn’t coming out, no matter what he did. Oh well.
Chris stood up and turned off the light, finally leaving the bathroom and heading to bed.
When he reached it and laid down to sleep, however, he found he wasn’t able to get to sleep. His mind kept going back to that lone stain at the bottom of the tub. It kept him awake and his eyes trained on the ceiling.
Not only that but there seemed to be some weird goop on the ceiling in his room too.
Interesting.
Chris yawned and rolled over in his bed.
Then his eyes broke open and he scrambled out from under the covers, sprinting to the wall to turn on the light!
He looked over the ceiling, his heart beating heavily in his chest. He didn’t see any sludge.
“No… I swore I saw… ugh…!” Chris scratched the back of his head. Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him?
Yeah. Had to be…
Chris attempted to crawl back into bed when he turned the lights out again but saw the sludge slither down the window. His line of sight blurred slightly and he fell back, scooting back to the wall and turning the light on.
It was still there.
Chris rubbed his eyes.
It was gone.
Chris blinked.
He put a hand to his chest and sighed.
Then he screamed, “IT WAS THERE! I SAW IT!”
He snapped and rushed out the room heading back to the bathroom. He opened the door and cautiously tip-toed his way inside. He searched under the cabinet and grabbed a long and rough looking brush.
With a gulp, Chris hoisted it up and kissed its wooden frame. “My favorite bathroom brush. Come to papa.”
“Chris! Shut up! I’m trying to sleep!” Troy shouted from down the hall.
“YOU shut up!” Chris shouted back. He sighed and looked down, rubbing the wooden brush down like it was a precious rare metal. He then properly opened his eyes all the way to glance at the bottom of the tub.
The stain was gone.
Chris was momentarily confused… but he decided to chalk it up to some sort of weird delayed effect and made his way out of the bathroom.
It seemed a bit extreme but he didn’t like sleeping in filth to the point that he would keep a cleaning brush on him just in case.
“Dirty. Dirty. Dirty. Everything is so dirty. I can’t let myself get dirty…” Chris muttered to himself as he crawled under the covers and curled up with the brush.
He fought hard to get to sleep and hoped beyond hope that he had the iron will to stay asleep. However, he wasn’t so lucky.
“GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! CHRIS! HEEELLLP~!”
Chris’s eyes shot open again.
He fumbled over the bed and out of the sheets before flopping over the side and hitting the carpet. With a sense of urgency the likes of which he hadn’t felt in a long time, he hurried to the wall to turn on the light.
As soon as the light went on, they flickered out.
Chris panicked and looked outside.
A flash of lightning rang out and the droplets of the oncoming storm that normally would have helped lull him to sleep were instead dealing damage to his poor psyche. The drumbeat against his chest was painful.
He felt his way through the darkness and reached his night stand to grab his phone and then hurriedly turned on its light.
With his pace now lightning quick, he shuffled out the room and used the light of his phone to guide his way towards Troy’s room.
Each step he took felt a bit slower than the last despite how much he was sure he was hurrying. It was like something was keeping him from going as fast as he could.
He also felt a weird sensation between his toes.
Chris shivered and hurriedly trained the light down instead of forward.
“Oh my–!” Chris gasped and clamped a hand to his mouth.
Sludge.
Inky black sludge was coating his feet.
Suddenly, bits of it dropped from the ceiling and coated his hair a bit.
“YEEK!” Chris shook his head and wiped it off, increasing the pace as he made his way to Troy’s room.
The door was open, but only barely.
Chris grabbed the knob and, while shaking all over, slowly pushed the door open.
Before him, hovering over Troy’s bed was a large, greasy, black sludge.
The lightning flashed outside the door at that exact moment and it illuminated the room enough for Chris to catch the red sheen in its horrendous, monstrous eyes, and the last vestige of Troy’s arm as it sunk into the beast’s blobby body!
Chris stood there, frozen in shock and horror… before the beast lunged at him!
Chris slammed the door shut and raced down the hall, feeling the weird squelching of the beast's secretions getting all over his feet.
When Chris made his way down the hall and around the corner, he was by a large window that gave him a clear view of the outside.
And by clear view, he could clearly see the expanse of eternal darkness and rain, only occasionally accompanied by a flash of lighting every few seconds.
Somewhere in his freakout he had dropped his phone.He wanted to go back and get it to help better light his way or to call his parents but they were the only ones home for the night. Business trips meant that he was the man of the house and if that was true then he just let his little brother get eaten!
With a scared shiver, Chris huddled close to his cleaning brush.
“It was a spot… it was just a spot…” Chris stammered over and over to himself. “I tried to clean it up. I really did but it just wouldn't leave…!”
Chris felt it approaching.
It was coming after him.
It was creeping up on him.
Around the corner, its eyes shined and the stench of fowl and rancid sludge filled the air.
When it rounded the corner, Chris turned as well and belted out a scream as loud as the thunder that boomed in the area.
It wrapped itself around him. It dove into the holes in his face. He choked on it, rendering the gargling and muffled screaming useless.
Then eternal silence.
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The news found this quite a peculiar incident.
Despite the expanse of cleaning products in the house, the area was filled with dirty black sludge.
It was easily the dirtiest house on the block.
How did it end up this way?
There were a few theories ranging from sheer uncleanliness and carelessness to someone assaulting the house with garbage until its wood rotted away.
Others proclaimed that the person who lived there was actually quite the opposite of dirty.
They were someone so obsessed with staying clean that they began to see dirt, grime, and sludge everywhere and the more they saw it the more they needed to clean it up.
Eventually, the obsession saw them panicking to the point of being unable to sleep. They were seeing sludge everywhere. Everything needed to be cleaned up. Everything.
The obsession grew so big and the fear so great that what the boy thought was real became real and swallowed him and his family whole.
What malarky. Irrational fears being so strong that they came to life to kill you? Who would believe such a thing?
Whichever version you went with, one thing was for sure. There were a ton of people around who were cautious of perhaps being just a bit too clean for their own peace of mind.
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just had to make sure. to be honest, i think troy might be a wimp. i mean its just an older sibling spanking him not a parent, so how much can it hurt. even if it was for example bare bottom, i dont think just his brothers hand alone would hurt that much, no matter how good a tennis pro he is.
just had to make sure. to be honest, i think troy might be a wimp. i mean its just an older sibling
O.O I-I .. Uh.. Ahahaha! I'm not scared at all! *quikcly grabs a spone and goes to clean the bathrom, poot and wet spots getting worse* Nope nope nope!
O.O I-I .. Uh.. Ahahaha! I'm not scared at all! *quikcly grabs a spone and goes to clean the bathrom
AH! hehehe.. t-thank you sdcharm-san for pointing out! C-Can you belive omeon said I'm turning into a nervours wreak reading these storyies? "your gonna end up a self bonking dork beging to be punished" L-Like that would happen! *comes back to cleans so evil monster doesn't appear*
AH! hehehe.. t-thank you sdcharm-san for pointing out! C-Can you belive omeon said I'm turning into
