The Stranger in Our Bathroom: A Night of Secrets and Terr0r

I got home, feeling exhausted from a long day at work. As I stepped inside, I noticed the soft glow of the living room lamp, and the faint sound of the TV from our bedroom. My boyfriend, Matt, was asleep on the couch, which seemed odd. He usually greeted me with a hug or a kiss, but tonight he was out cold. I shrugged off the strange feeling and went to the bathroom, hoping a warm shower would help me unwind. What happened next, however, would forever change my understanding of safety….CONTINUE READING BELOW

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