The Drip

I think I’m going insane. All I can hear is the constant drip of my ensuite’s shower. It goes all night and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I’ve tried duct taping the shower’s head, replacing it, removing it. It stops for a minute, but as soon as I leave the room that dripping sound comes back, even if it should be literally impossible. I don’t understand what’s going on and it’s driving me crazy.

Tomorrow I’m getting some bathroom designers from Melbourne to come around and have a look. If they can’t hear the dripping, then I’ll know it’s all in my head. If they can hear the dripping, then maybe I’ll need to call the Ghost Police. I feel like there are definitely more effective ways to haunt people than dripping water in the shower, but then again, I am starting to lose my mind here. Maybe it’s just subtle enough to work.

Personally, though, if I wanted to haunt someone, I’d take it a bit further than needing them to get leaking shower repair. I’d be pulling chairs out from underneath them, knocking over expensive televisions and causing all sorts of mess around their house. It would actually be kind of fun. Anyway, hopefully the bathroom designers can give me some advice. I could have gotten a plumber but I’ve been thinking about bathroom renovations for a while now. And who knows, maybe if there is a ghost, they’ll be driven away by the work. Now that would be a great twist of irony if suddenly they were the one being haunted.

In hindsight, maybe I shouldn’t have bought a house that used to belong to a crazy cult. Who knows what sort of things happened in that bathroom. And then there’s that constant screeching noise from the basement, but I’ve gotten used to that by now. The door is locked and I don’t have a key so there’s no real use in looking closer.