I had barely entered the lengthy corridor when a foul scent crept near, curling its acrid fingers around my throat. My destination stood ahead, its warped, wooden door closed but vibrating with dark energy, like the entrance to some ancient, cursed tomb. I paused, hoping to turn back, but it was too late. The task had fallen to me, and there was no escape.

With a shaky hand, I turned the cold, rusted doorknob and pushed it open. The first wave hit me like the breath of a sulfurous underworld beast. My eyes watered instantly, stinging as though some malevolent spirit had licked them with its fiery tongue. The smell—a mix of rotting eggs and unholy bile—rushed out in a toxic plume, thick enough to taste.

The ground, a sea of filth like the discarded bones of sinners, bleached and broken by some hellish punishment. I stepped inside, feeling the dampness of the ground seep through my shoes, cold and relentless, as though hell had frozen over and dragged me down with it.

Before me, my foe stood - a throne of despair, overflowing with waste that frothed and bubbled like the putrid stew of some demonic cauldron. Through the haze, my eyes found horrors that should never be seen by human eyes. Streaks, like the marks of a tortured soul, clawed their way up the sides of my surroundings, a record of the devastation that had taken place here.

I gagged, clutching a nearby altar for balance. It groaned under my weight, my breath wheezing like the exhalations of forgotten spirits trapped beneath me. Behind it stood a mirror, its' glass smeared with greasy handprints as though some desperate creature had tried—and failed—to escape this inferno.

A low gurgle came from my enemy, a sound that could only be described as if a foul abyss lived within, hungering for more. The air was thick, suffocating, as if the walls themselves were closing in, eager to entomb me in this wretched place forever.

I reached for my only weapon in this battle against the darkness. Its handle was slick, cold to the touch, as though it had been gripped by countless doomed hands before me. I approached the throne, its contents swarming like the damned souls of a forgotten purgatory. As the plunger descended, a torrent of foul liquid rose to meet it, splashing back in defiance. The abyss would not give way easily.

For what felt like hours, I fought, plunging and gagging, my arms trembling with the exertion of trying to wrestle control from this porcelain demon. Each push and pull was met with resistance, as though some unseen hand from the depths gripped the other end of the plunger, determined to keep its hold on this filthy kingdom.

But finally, with one last heave, the toilet let out a hideous groan, a guttural scream that echoed off the tiled walls. The waters receded, slowly at first, then faster, as though the very bowels of hell had opened up to reclaim its own. The air cleared ever so slightly, though the stench still clung to the room like the fading breath of a long-dead specter.

Panting and sweating, I dropped the plunger and fell back against the wall, victorious but forever scarred. The bathroom had become my personal hell, a trial by fire—or rather, filth—that would haunt me for all time.

As I left the room, I glanced back at the toilet, now silent, its waters calm and still, though a faint bubble rose from the depths, as if to remind me that hell is never truly gone—only waiting.

Made with 3mm white aluminum composite, these signs come with a beautiful matte finish perfect for any style of decor. Each sign comes with one mounting block for effortless hanging and is available in 11 sizes.

• Material: White aluminum composite
• Matte finish
• Three sizes to choose from
• Includes one mounting block, metal plate, and double-sided tape for hanging
• Customer assembly is required. For indoor use only