The séance last night scared the crap out of me

The séance last night scared the crap out of me. I keep trying to tell myself it was only a really vivid dream, but it’s not working because I didn’t go back to sleep after we got back to our room. That is, I couldn’t go back to sleep; Barbette was making too much noise in the bathroom throwing things around.

She’s started screaming this morning and wailing for Marius. It’s really shook him up. He hasn’t eaten a thing, or looked at any of us; he blames us for bringing her back. He went in there when she first started screaming, and ran out when she threw a glass bottle of Dad’s shaving cream at him.

Bethany says that though she can throw things and make noise, it’s almost impossible for her to take a human-like form.

“She’s got to be really ticked off and have a butt-load of energy to do that, which I doubt she has.”

I love how she talks about a demon from the toilet like a toddler with a head cold.

I really need a shower, because my hair is super greasy, but I’m really scared. Though Barbette hasn’t made a sound since lunch, so maybe she left. Well, here goes…

I grab my towel, and a fresh pair of undies as I walk cautiously towards the only bathroom in the entire freakin’ house. Part of me wants me to just smell like a swamp creature, and the other part wants me to attract Marius, not repel him. After all, he’s kind of cute.

Well, so far so good. The water and everything else in the bathroom is freezing, there’s ice on the mirrors, and I’m almost done rinsing my hair. I could have sworn as I was shaving my legs that the toilet farted, but I have a weird imagination anyway.

I’m done cleaning myself. So I step out of the shower and grab the giant green towel, and start by drying myself off…

Suddenly, the towel jumped to life, making weird “pit of the stomach-type noises” and begins to squeeze my body like a giant cobra. I can’t breath, because it’s wrapped around my neck and chest now! Desperate, I grab my dad’s battery powered razor, and start cutting the towel to shreds.

Finally, when the towel resembles confetti, I dash out of the bathroom, not even noticing that I’m half naked, and run smack into Marius.

“Oh, pardon me, Mademoiselle Dani.” He said, trying hard to look away as I tried even harder to cover myself up.

“Dude, your towels are the worst!” I say, grabbing the coat Marius was holding in his arms. “One just tried to kill me!”

“What?!” Marius gasped. He elbows his way into the bathroom despite my shouts:

“Don’t go in there! I mean, I cut the little son of a bitch up, but who knows what it could…”

I stop.

The towel is just as it was when I first entered the bathroom.