The tile is white, and clean.
The walls meet at each corner neatly.
The bathroom is pristine.
Malcolm turns the page of his newspaper and rests it on his crossed leg, sparing a second to glance at the bathtub.
"DONNA?DONNA?MY NAME IS DONNA"
The scream echoes in the spacious bathroom, and Malcolm frowns. An old woman sits up inside the tub, her body disfigured, almost as if it were melting ...
The walls meet at each corner neatly.
The bathroom is pristine.
Malcolm turns the page of his newspaper and rests it on his crossed leg, sparing a second to glance at the bathtub.
"DONNA?DONNA?MY NAME IS DONNA"
The scream echoes in the spacious bathroom, and Malcolm frowns. An old woman sits up inside the tub, her body disfigured, almost as if it were melting ...
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