Shower Princess

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What is it about being naked that makes someone feel so vulnerable? I mean, really, are you suddenly stronger with clothes? Maybe if you’re the type who goes around wearing steel toed boots and Kevlar, but if you are, something tells me that even in the buff you probably know more than the average Joe about self-defense and would stand a good chance in a fight either way.

I attribute my particular fear of having to fight commando to the classic Psycho. Chalk it up to poor parenting that my earliest childhood Halloweens were not spent dressed as Snoopy out getting mountains of candy, but were instead spent in a darkened room, alone, and with access to cable t.v.

The shower scene always stuck with me, traumatized me you could say, and brought many a day where family fights would erupt over me staying firmly locked in the single shared bathroom until I was fully clothed and ready to face whoever was on the other side of the door. It is a habit, a fear, which saved my life a little over a year ago.

I live in a big city, and with it comes big city crimes. Nightly news reports of robberies, shootings and the like are not uncommon. Still, I liked to think myself well protected. I lived on the second floor of an apartment building, which coincidentally means a pre-installed alarm system came with the package. The front desk was manned at all hours of the day, and my place was at the rear of the building, facing another building directly behind my own. I could see their 24 hour security guard booth from my bedroom window and between us sat a tall dividing wall. You could say that the nightly news didn’t give me much bother.

All those thoughts of security went out the aforementioned bedroom window in the course of a single night.

I normally take my showers in the morning, but this evening I just felt like soaking under the hot water for relaxation more than for hygiene. I went through my pre-shower check. Front door locked, windows locked, sliding door locked, alarm up. I sauntered into the bathroom, and firmly closed and locked the door behind me.

I stood under the warm jet stream, eyes closed and hands upstretched toward the water, soaking in the calm when I heard a rattle. I quickly opened my eyes and ripped back the shower curtain. The door was closed, the handle was still. It wouldn’t have been the first time I imagined the scene.

I took a deep breath and slipped back into the water, trying to let it go and relax my now tense muscles. A few minutes passed. It must have been my mind, and then I heard a thump on the door and the rattle once again. One hand slammed down on the water faucet while the other once again tore back the curtain.

The door was still closed, but I was sure that it wasn’t my imagination anymore. The whir of the bathroom fan seemed deafening. The door handle was motionless, and any sound beyond that was muffled by the fan. My eyes strained watching the knob, my hair and body frozen with fear even as rivulets of water continued to stream off me.

Suddenly the handle stated convulsing and a loud thud rammed against the door. I screamed as I sprang out of the tub and shoved my body against the door. The figure on the other side rammed against the door again, and I felt the impact run through me. I screamed again, a deep chuckle responded.

My body was trembling from the tips of my soaked hair to the points of numbed toes. My back remained firmly pressed against the door, bracing for another attack. None came.

A minute passed, two. It seemed like an eternity when I heard that chuckle again, but it seemed to come from a lower height than before. I looked down and saw the knife reflecting my body against its silver surface. Its edges were smeared with what I knew instantly as blood.

I slammed the light switch off, refusing to let the menace outside get any kicks from seeing how terrified I was inside. The whir of the fan stopped, and the only sound I was left with were the shallow gasps of my own breath. I heard the knife slip back out from the crack beneath the door, a slow deliberate withdraw making me all the more aware of its presence so close to me.

“Come on out my little shower princess…..”

My breath caught in my throat and I could feel my heart nearly bursting from my chest. The voice was low and deep, like his laugh, and deliberate. I didn’t respond, couldn’t even begin to think. I was trapped, and the only way out was through him.

I started screaming at the top of my lungs, the terror and desperation more real than any of the horror flicks I’d ever watched. I hoped my neighbors were home. I hoped that because I sometimes heard their weekend parties, they would now hear my pleas for help.

I screamed until the tears were running down my cheeks, mixing with the shower water and dripping from my chin to the floor below. “Help…” It was barely a whisper, but he heard it.

“Honey, ain’t no one gonna help you now but me.”

He didn’t try to ram the door again, and the handle remained motionless throughout the hours that I stood silently crying. I heard him moving through my apartment, heard a scratching on the other side of the door, but he didn’t try to get in again.

I stood like that in the dark; cold, wet and naked until the rays of daylight began to shine from underneath the bathroom door. I didn’t know if he was still there, waiting, and so I just stayed where I was, waiting.

It was eleven in the morning when I heard the shouts at my front door. I couldn’t understand them, but I screamed in return. I heard my front door shatter and the quick thud of many boots rushing into my apartment.

“Ma’am? Ma’am where are you?”

I demanded that the officer push his ID underneath the door before I opened it. It didn’t matter that I was naked; I fell into his arms, breaking down and sobbing all over again while someone else covered me with a blanket.

I returned to my apartment only once since the incident to gather my personal belongings, some of which were missing. I knew I would never feel safe there again.

I was right about it being blood. My captor killed not only the security guard from the building just behind mine, but also the young couple who lived next door to me. My alarm system was bypassed by a simple magnet, and the latch on my sliding door was easy pried open. Both facts have left me with a severe distrust of the token ‘security’ features thrown into apartments in order to close the deal.

These facts also let me know that he could have broken through my flimsy bathroom door or its weak lock any time he wanted to. Perhaps he just preferred playing with me. Or maybe the message he left carved into my bathroom door has yet to come to pass.

“I’ll see you soon my shower princess.”

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24 Comments on 'Shower Princess'

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  • Commented on May 20, 2013 at 3:23 pm

    Fuck.

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  • Commented on December 20, 2013 at 6:01 am

    Yikes, i’ll never shower again….wait, what? Who said that?

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  • Commented on May 11, 2014 at 5:25 am

    Well if you think about it it was the shower that saved her because other wise she would have been killed by the creepy dude ^•^

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  • Commented on April 23, 2014 at 3:56 pm

    I’ll never shower at night again!!!! Beautifully written though. Very happy with the tone, grammar, punctuation, all of it was just so amazing!!!

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  • Commented on July 20, 2013 at 11:55 pm

    xD
    I know where you’re coming from.

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  • Commented on July 23, 2013 at 3:52 pm

    This was a good story, there is definitely some kind of vibe that you get from it.. eerie lol

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  • Commented on August 24, 2013 at 12:55 am

    Good story, really creepy.

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  • Commented on September 17, 2014 at 4:13 pm

    This is the main reason i hate closing my eyes in the shower, besides the part of getting soap in my eyes.

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  • Commented on September 9, 2015 at 2:48 pm

    ugh i hate showering in like the middle of the night because im terrified of like getting killed and the police finding me naked XD

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  • Super sluaghter
    Commented on March 26, 2016 at 4:07 pm

    I took a shower right after this and while I was my lights flickered plus I’m home alone

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  • Commented on March 3, 2014 at 3:29 am

    Um, I’m having a shower, thanks-a-lot!

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  • Commented on April 25, 2015 at 9:25 pm

    This made me shiver while i was reading. But now my parents are telling me to take a shower :-:

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  • Commented on July 7, 2015 at 9:45 pm

    I always take my showers at night! Omg I’m like, terrified right now! XD Anyway, very good! Very realistic, which makes it a bit more creepy. 10/10 cupcakes.

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  • Commented on May 9, 2016 at 8:55 am

    PERVERT! WHO LOOKS AT SOEMONE NAKED THROUGH THE REFLECTION OF A KNIFE!? Kidding. I loved it.

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  • Commented on July 18, 2016 at 8:28 pm

    Well written and creepy, and to add to the effect it could happen to anyone. No complaints here.

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  • Commented on August 24, 2016 at 2:23 pm

    Well, that just happened

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  • Livvyloo
    Commented on September 3, 2016 at 4:45 pm

    I always always think somethings gonna be there when i open my eyes while washing my hair ever since I was little

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  • Commented on October 14, 2016 at 2:16 am

    Awesome !

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  • Commented on October 14, 2016 at 2:17 am

    Awesome!!

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  • Commented on April 6, 2015 at 6:52 pm

    Weird but totally great

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  • Commented on October 12, 2015 at 2:51 am

    OMG THE PART WITH THE BLOODY KNIFE AND HOW IT THRNED OUT TO BE HIS NEIGHBORS AND THE GUARD THIS WAS SO INTENCE I LOVED IT THOUGH

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  • Commented on March 1, 2016 at 6:00 pm

    It could have be longer but I liked it

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  • Pooperoni
    Commented on February 9, 2016 at 5:53 pm

    I always have a wank in the shower and leave it till last to wash the spunk away, I figure if I’m gonna die then at least the forensics team can have a laugh at my expense knowing I might have been blissfully knocking one out and unaware of any danger till too late. Same reason I drive with my trousers down, in the event of an accident at least the First response team can have a giggle.

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  • Commented on October 31, 2014 at 7:01 pm

    Sometimes I imagine I hear things when I’m in the shower, and go through the whole door locking thing before too. :E

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