00:00I went into a public bathroom, but it felt like something was already waiting for me.
00:04At first, the graffiti looked normal. Dumb drawings, phone numbers. I'm like, wow,
00:10the stall has more social life than me. But then the ink started bleeding down the wall,
00:15dripping red like someone carved into flesh. New words appeared. He's still inside. The sink
00:22faucet turned on, but instead of water, black sludge poured out, thick, warm, and writhing
00:29with nails and hair, like someone melted inside the pipes. Then the toilet water rose slowly,
00:36black, thick, carrying whispers of people who never left.
