The little girl sobbed in fright and sat up in her bed, as once again, the old pipes and plumbing of the house began to scream and whine. Her bed shook as the floorboards juddered, and, panicked, she called for her parents.
They arrived, tired and rumpled from their own room, and the little girl tried very hard not to cry as, for the umpteenth time, her father explained with exasperated kindness how it was just water moving through the pipes that made the house shake, that the pipes expanded and contracted in the heat of the day and the cool of the night.
Unconvinced, the little girl let herself be tucked back into bed and given her favourite teddy to hold. She drifted back into an uneasy sleep.
The days passed, the nights too, and the dark circles under the little girlβs eyes grew. Every night she lay awake and trembled in fright as the pipes howled and wailed their screaming demon song.
The blood pounded in her ears as she lay in bed, taking on the rhythm and depth of footsteps, troll footsteps, that thumped in her head till her heart hurt and she grew dizzy from not listening.
Till one night, she couldnβt bear it any longer. She pushed her warm duvet aside, leaving behind the comfort of her teddy, not even stopping to push her feet into her little pink fluffy slippers.
She crept out of her bedroom, and across the landing, avoiding the creaky floorboard that would alert her parents. She placed her palm against the bathroom door and pushed. It opened silently, obligingly, welcoming.
The tiles were very cold under her feet, and were faintly vibrating, or so it seemed. A tiny whistling, ghostly and ethereal, was issuing from the plughole of the washbasin. The little girl could just reach, if she stood on tiptoe, to pull the light cord that illuminated a tiny mirror over the basin. She caught a glimpse of her own pale, tired face and leaned forwards, a little further, over the basin.
The plughole gaped, threateningly and suddenly the whistling howl was louder. A lot louder and as the little girl leaned forwards, the plughole leered and yawned and gaped and β
Gone. Suddenly swallowed. The little girl was gone.
Her parents would never move from that house. Her father blamed himself, and her mother swore that she could her her little girl calling, lost, somewhere in the pipes.
Thank you to Samantha β great name β of Key Image, for the idea for this little story, after a conversation about plumbingβ¦ !
Ooh! Quite chilling! I probably should have waited for daylight before I read this!
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Beware noisy plumbing…you never know what might be causing it!πΉπΉπΉπΉ Emailing you later…πΊπxxx
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Building up Halloween mood, Samantha? Love it!
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Hehe….trick or treaters beware….π»π»π»π»π»…thank you very much! πΊπxxx
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Very welcome! π»
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Aagh! The reminds me of the bathroom sink scene from “It”…drains are scary!
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Lol! Do you know…I’ve never actually seen “It”, although I have just bought the book for my son…hate clowns….π±πΊ
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The young girl in the story has a terrifying bathroom plumbing experience!!
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Hmm…don’t think I’ll be watching it (haha) any time soon then!
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It was creepy x 100!
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CRUMBS!!!
I’m sat here alone, at midnight, with some ghost seeker/chaser programme on TV, and you give me this to read???
I think I need to call …. Ghostbusters!
GREAT read Samantha. Really well written. ~ C. xxx
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Lol! I was talking to Samantha (Key) and I’m not quite sure how it came up, but we were saying about the awful noises pipes make, how they truly do rattle and scream like demons…hehehe…gave me the idea for this little story! I shouldn’t worry too much…just stay away from plugholes….( picture me pulling a scary face and wiggling my fingers in what is supposed to be a spooky way and instead I just look strange…)
Sweet dreams…and thank you very much! πΊπ xx π»πΉπ»πΉπ»πΉπ»πΉ
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The sink in our downstairs loo freaks me out. I always seems to make a ‘glug glug’ noise when ever I’m in there.
And yet… I’ve asked Cobs Snr. and it apparently doesn’t do it when he’s in there.
[music from The Twighlight Zone heard in the distance]
EEEeeekk!
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Lol! The toilet in our old house used to make the most horrendous BLOP-BLOP -BLOP noise when you took the plug out of the sink…terrified my oldest! πΉπΉπΉπΉ
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Would freak me out a little too!
The MONSTER who lived in the toilet! πΉ πΊ π© π» π
π Eeeek!!! π¨
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Scary storyπ» Pawkissesππ»
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Oh, my. I wonder if it ate other children after her parents moved out. Great story
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Thank you very much! π
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