A long, tiring day at the warehouse left me restless at 4:47 AM as I struggled with fatigue and thoughts. Returning home for a simple shower and bed, I instead encountered a strangely overactive shower and unusual sounds. My heart raced as silent whispers hinted that my quiet night was about to unexpectedly twist completely. Overcome by sleep paralysis, I lay immobile on my bed while eerie footsteps echoed in the bathroom. Dripping water and a distant, desperate cry of "I CAN'T GET CLEAN!" filled my senses, blurring the line between dream and waking terror. In the steamy bathroom, a grotesque figure emerged. His gray, slimy skin and moldy patches gave him an otherworldly appearance as barnacles and seaweed clung to him. Each time he surfaced, his desperate exclamation grew louder, intensifying my dread and disbelief beyond all rational limits. Shaken, I fled my apartment, leaving behind echoes of water and whispers. Seated in my car, I struggle to reconcile my experience with everyday reality. I remain confused but hopeful.