The restroom's air conditioning blasted arctic air while the malfunctioning toilet continued erupting disgusting water, coating Alonzo from head to toe. He retched at the overwhelming stench, his clothes completely soaked.
Frantically seeking relief, Alonzo lurched toward the sink, but crimson liquid gushed from the tap instead of water. The overhead lights began strobing erratically, and suddenly a ghastly woman's face materialized in the mirror—blood streaked across her features, tangled hair framing her horrifying visage.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Alonzo's scream echoed off the walls as he crumpled to the floor. The frigid air sliced through his drenched clothing while the putrid smell made his stomach heave. His body shook uncontrollably, legs refusing to support him as another wave of nausea crashed over him.
Never in his existence had he endured anything so terrifying, revolting, and degrading.
