Shower

The hot water beats against your skin as you sigh, relaxing amidst the clouds of steam. 

The room smells of heat and lavender.

A thought slips across your mind;

"I should pull the shower curtain closed."

One eye peeks open through the shampoo suds, about to reach for the plastic.

A single skeletal hand, flesh taut and grey, nails like claws, grasps the fabric and slowly slides it shut. 

A few moments pass when you hear the hinge of the bathroom door squeak, the click of the lock resting in place. 

Then nothing else.