The Soul-Stealing Toilet
Language: en
Now, the new house had two lunatics. My mother sat slumped on the floor, eyes blank, muttering, “My soul was sucked into the toilet…” Beside her, my brother wore the same vacant look, repeating the same eerie words. Just last night, my mother had been normal. Obsessively, she had retraced every step my brother took before he fell ill, trying to find the cause—until she used that same toilet late at night. It all went back to the first time my brother used the toilet in the new house. When he came out, it was as if his soul had been drained, leaving him deranged. My parents’ world…