[MS] Full House vs a Flush
“Hellooooo..”
The toilet thunders and swirls, gushing down water into the pipes leaving only fresh water to fill the empty bowl. As Bekka clinches the toilet lid and begins to shut it, she gasps, “HONEY! HONEY! Come look!”. Jonathan comes running around the corner and into the bathroom grabbing the door frame to keep from slipping, he regains his balance as Bekka slams the lid shut and scurries past him outside the bathroom. “What is it? What’s going on? Are you okay?” Bekka stammers… “I… I… I? Swear I saw an eye in the bottom of the toilet…I think?...” Bekka continues to look dazed and confused as her eyes dart back and forth before finally hitting the floor at Jonathan's feet and slowly climbing up to his eyes… “Did you say an eye? Like an eye ball?” Jonathan whispers as he slowly backs up to the toilet, turns around and reaches for the lid. Using only the tip of his middle finger to raise it as he peers into the bowl, Jonathan notices nothing unordinary. Nothing but water is contained inside the bowl of the toilet. Jonathan looks at his girlfriend “Are you sure? I mean it’s possible that it flushed down. An eye ball though, really?”
“Flush..Me..”
Bekka quickly finishes peeing and gets up from the toilet, jerking her body around and flushing, almost jumping away as she does so. The bowl swirls and gushes and sucks and once again the eye peaks out from the drain. It’s iris is a light grey, almost blending with the rest of the smoky grey eyeball, it appears to look through everything but never at anything. It appears to look around, almost controlling the moving water before flashing its eye toward Bekka. “Give me time”. Startled, Bekka shrieks as a voice climbs from deep within her mind, forcing her to stumble backwards into a towel holder on the wall. “Time? Does it want to spend time with me?... absolutely not.” Bekka turns her body to dash out of the bathroom when the voice speaks again “Time”. The next 45 minutes go by as Bekka sits in the hallway directly in front of the bathroom listening to the eye repeat the same word over and over, “Time.. Time.. Time..” Bekka, finally curious, walks into her bedroom and opens a drawer to grab a meaningless watch from its resting place and strolls back into the bathroom, hesitating at the doorframe, “Is- is this what you want!? Will you leave me alone if I give you this!?”. Bekka waits but only silence follows so she tosses the watch into the bowl and watches as it immediately clanks on the side of the bowl and sinks to the bottom. The watch stops motionless for a brief moment before she hears the voice again, “Flushhhhh..Meeee..” the voice trails off in her mind. Bekka blinks and obliges without thought as she slowly reaches over and presses down the handle. Just as before, the water begins to swirl and egress the bowl, leaving the watch convulsing until it vanishes down the drain. Bekka stands there watching the empty bowl and waiting, hoping that nothing follows, and for a while, nothing does. However, nothing lasts forever.
“More..I crave..More”
“Honey?... Have you seen my belt?... I can’t find it anywhere… it’s not in the closet… and it’s not in the drawer…” Jonathan yells in frustration as he looks around their bedroom before moving into the living room “Where the hell.. has everything gone? Are you selling our stuff?" Bekka in a dazed state just stares at the once filled bookshelf, ignoring everything her boyfriend is saying. “Honey? Do you hear me? Where have our things gone? The apartment is almost empty, it’s almost only furniture and clothes remaining at this point. All the decorations are gone, the pictures, my trophies, almost everything.” Jonathan huffs as he gathers the rest of his things while his wife refuses to move or answer, she sits there motionless, frozen with rigor mortise. “I’ll be back from work later tonight, don’t do anything with what little remains of our belongings, I love you” Jonathan begins to shut the creaking door before hesitating for a moment and finally shutting it and locking it from the outside. Inside, Bekka looks over her shoulder to make sure the apartment is empty before she begins to shift and stretch, moments later she begins lifting the end tables from the living room and carrying them into the bathroom where she stacks them on top of each other over the toilet. Bekka connects the table to the water in the toilet by tying a towel to one of the legs on the table and dropping the other end of the towel into the toilet bowl. “More.. I crave.. More.” Bekka pulls down the handle and walks out of the bathroom as the room begins to smoke a little. When she returns with the cushions from the couch, the room is empty, the only thing that remains is a stack of towels and the furniture that is secured to the apartment walls.
“You..”
Jonathan fumbles with his keys to unlock the door, slowly rotating the key and peeking in between the door and the frame. The darkness of the apartment bleeds out, spilling into the hallway as the door becomes more ajar… “Babe? Rebekka?” He reaches for the light switch and flicks it up and down but to no avail, the lights refuse to emit. “Honey? Hey are you here?” Jonathan walks around the couch to the bedroom, using one of his hands against the wall to guide him and the other out in front of him to stop anything from running into his face. As he makes it to the dining room, he attempts to try another light switch but still nothing. Figuring the power was out, he heads into the bedroom and tries to lean for the bed but slams his whole body onto the floor instead. “HONEY!? Where the HELL is the bed at? HUH? Where are you at and why are you hiding?” Jonathan half crawls, half crouches out of the room towards the other side of the apartment, stepping where the couch once belonged and heading down the hallway. A very faint light emits through a cracked doorway, Jonathan presses his middle two fingers against the door and pushes it cautiously open. \~Reeeeeeeeeeaaaaak\~ The sound of the door and the moon night, from a tiny window above the shower, fill the room. The small light leaves shadows and silhouettes jumping across the room until Jonathan finishes adjusting his eyes to the light. Jonathan notices a figure standing on the toilet and tries to whisper but it comes out coarsely “Be-KKA?”. As he attempts to step forward, his upper body is unwilling to follow, he tries to reach towards the shadow of his suspected girlfriend. \~CLINK…CLUNK\~ Jonathan can hear as water begins to swirl inside of the toilet bowl and evacuate through the drain, Bekka had pressed the handle down to flush it. As Jonathan finally manages to reach his girlfriend, his hands seem to glide through the air. He swings his hands back and forth trying to grasp whoever is standing in front of him but they cut through the shadow like it’s smoke. Jonathan’s confusion causes him to forget the power outage and luckily so, because as Jonathan flips the bathroom switch the lights come on. To much of Jonathan’s surprise the bathroom was completely empty other than the chunks of drywall and the toilet in front of him. “What the f-” Jonathan shoots his head outside the bathroom and down the hallway to an empty living room. No bookshelves, no TV, nothing. In fact, as Jonathan begins to scurry through the apartment there’s nothing at all in the apartment but his work bag, (which he brought in when he arrived) and a single dining chair.
P.S. Sorry if this is too long, I just started with short stories and this is my first one. I made a community just to have a space for a creative outlet and thought I’d share in a more public space for feedback and interaction. Thank you for reading! Hope you Enjoyed!