It is 4:47 AM and I am wide awake, haunted by a strange experience that refuses to fade away, lingering in my mind even tonight. Yesterday I endured a grueling double shift at the warehouse, facing relentless quotas and a strict supervisor; after hours of heavy lifting, all I longed for was shower and rest. After my shower, exhaustion led me into sleep until I experienced sleep paralysis. I awoke completely immobile, listening to the eerie sound of running water echoing ominously in my apartment. While paralyzed, I witnessed a malformed figure emerging from my bathroom. Its gray, slimy skin and barnacle-covered features appeared increasingly grotesque, as it repeatedly displayed a desperate desire for cleanliness that I could not comprehend. Upon regaining mobility, I discovered a trail of wet footprints leading from my bedroom to the closed bathroom door, accompanied by the sound of running water that confirmed my fears. In panic, I fled to a 24-hour diner, yet the dense fog on my rear view mirror left me trembling.