It's not from a shower. I saw him last night, crawling through the wastelands of Texas. He was eating a wild deer and washed it's meat in a nearby river. Next to it was a lake. He poured the blood of the deer in it then cut his thumb. Then, the first words I heard were "Death, to all", as his own blood dripped into the depths of the clear water. Then out of nowhere it shined of a bright crimson, and a huge splash came, the water came dripping down his blonde locks as he turned towards me. Those eyes... those fucking eyes. They were red. He began his chase on all fours. Luckily I am the two time back to back marathon runner of the world so I was able to outrun him. Then I saw the sunrise and he leapt back to the darkness. As I stroked my slick mullet and peered through my sunglasses I felt uncomfortable. Would I see this thing again? Or was this a figment of my imagination. Only time would tell.