Soap, Shampoo and Screams

                                    

                                          
Ryan stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading down his body like a soothing balm. He closed his eyes, letting the water massage his scalp, and began to sing.
"I'm a little teapot, short and stout..." Ryan warbled, his off-key singing echoing off the shower walls.
Just as he reached the "tip me over and pour me out" part, the shampoo bottle suddenly floated off the shelf, hovering in mid-air.
Ryan's eyes snapped open, and he stumbled backward, almost slipping on the soap. "WHAT THE...?!" he yelped, his singing forgotten.
The shampoo bottle began to move around him in a circle, as if taunting him. Ryan's eyes darted around the shower, searching for an explanation.
That's when he saw the soap floating in the air, spinning around like a top. Ryan's mouth dropped open. "IS THIS REAL LIFE?!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the shower walls.
The shampoo bottle and soap were now joined by the conditioner, body wash, and even the loofah, all floating in mid-air like a paranormal soap opera.
Ryan stumbled out of the shower, his eyes wide with terror. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS HAUNTED SHOWER!" he bellowed, grabbing a towel to cover himself.
He reached for the door handle, but it wouldn't budge. Ryan pulled and pulled, but the door was stuck fast.
"COME ON, GOD! HELP A GUY OUT!" Ryan shouted, his voice hoarse from screaming. "I PROMISE I'LL GO TO CHURCH MORE OFTEN! I'LL EVEN GIVE UP PIZZA!"
The door still wouldn't open. Ryan started banging on it, his fists pounding against the wood.
"LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!" he screamed, his voice echoing down the hallway.
Suddenly, the lights in the bathroom began to flicker, and the air grew colder. Ryan's eyes went wide with terror.
"OKAY, GOD! I GET IT! YOU'RE TRYING TO TELL ME SOMETHING!" Ryan shouted, his voice shaking with fear. "BUT CAN YOU PLEASE JUST LET ME OUT OF THIS HAUNTED BATHROOM?!"
The lights stopped flickering, and the door creaked open by itself. Ryan stumbled out into the hallway, gasping for air.
As he looked back at the bathroom, he could've sworn he saw the shampoo bottle floating in the air, winking at him.
Ryan stumbled out of the bathroom, shaking like a leaf. He was still wrapped in the towel, his hair dripping wet. As he made his way to the kitchen, he couldn't shake off the memory of the haunted bathroom - the shampoo bottle floating in mid-air, the soap spinning around like a top, and that creepy wink.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and cooking bacon enveloped him, making his stomach growl with hunger. But Ryan's appetite was forgotten as he saw Emily standing by the counter, her eyes widening in surprise.
"RYAN, WHAT THE...?!" Emily shouted, her eyes fixed on Ryan's half-naked body. "PUT SOME CLOTHES ON, MAN!"
Ryan's face turned bright red as he realized his state of undress. He hastily tightened the towel around his waist, trying to cover himself up.
Ryan turned around and ran back to his room, determined to put on some clothes before facing Emily again. He stood in front of the door, hesitating for a moment. What if the haunted bathroom was just the beginning? What if the whole house was possessed?
But Ryan took a deep breath and pushed open the door. He stepped inside slowly, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of paranormal activity. But everything seemed perfectly fine. The bed was made, the closet was closed, and the window was still shut.
Ryan let out a sigh of relief and quickly put on some clothes. As he was buttoning up his shirt, he heard a faint whisper near his ear.
"Hey, hotty."
Ryan's heart skipped a beat. He spun around, but there was no one there. Suddenly, his fear turned to panic. Who - or what - was playing these sick tricks on him?
Ryan's eyes went wide with terror. He stumbled backward, his hands shaking. "N-no...this can't be happening," he stuttered.
Without thinking, Ryan turned and ran out of the room, desperate to find Emily and safety. He sprinted down the hallway, his feet pounding the floor.
"Emily!" Ryan shouted, bursting into the kitchen. "Emily, help!"
Emily's expression changed from shock to concern. "What happened?" she asked, her voice softer now.
Ryan hesitated, thinking she would never believe him. She's already a witch, why would she believe me? I'll just sound crazy...
But Emily's expectant gaze made him open up. "It's not fair," Ryan said, his voice shaking. "You should ask me more. You... witch... I mean, beautiful Emily."
Emily raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement on her face. "Witch?" she repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Ryan, what's going on?"