My Experience with Bath Bombs (Horror short story)
When I was about 16, I had purchased my first Bath Bomb. I had heard about the things for years and had been obsessed with them. I had tried many attempts to make my own, because I was very poor and did not have enough money to buy one for myself. So when I had saved enough money and had gone to Lush, it was like heaven on earth for me. So many colors, scents, and shapes. I wanted to buy them all. Unfortunately I only had enough money for one or two. After spending a good hour in the store (and getting stares from the workers) I had finally settled on one. It was red and black with a label that read “Sweet scents with a special surprise inside” there was no brand or anything on it, which seemed a little odd to me. But, I still was excited nonetheless. I brought it up the counter to check it out, when the cashier picked it up with a puzzled look on her face. “Is there something wrong?” I asked. “This isn't in the system, so I'm not sure if I can sell it to you. Let me get my manager.” With disappointment I responded, “Wait don't get your manager. Please. I love this one. Here, I'll give you the rest of my money for it just please...let me take it.” I pleaded with her. With a solemn expression, she finally let me take it. With great excitement, I took the Lush bag and raced home, greeted by my German Shepard Lucky at the door, raced to the bathroom, started a bath, and stripped naked.
I had never been obese, but I still had some fat on me. Once the water had become a warm enough temperature, I slipped in and tore open the bath bombs casing. I was shaking with excitement when I finally got it out. After staring at it for a moment, I realized there were many strange marking on the outside. Shrugging it off, thinking it was only artwork, I dropped it in the bath. Just like I had expected, the bath started fizzing and frothing with swirls of different shades of red. I was so happy I was practically beaming.
After a couple minutes I started to notice a small stinging sensation in my legs and groin area. Just after that the water had turned from a delightful light shade of red to dark, crimson red. When the stinging sensation had start to become unbearable is when I finally got out and realized what horror was happening. Â All the skin on my legs and thighs and groin was floating in the bath leaving the red, veiny muscle underneath. I screamed loudly, expecting Lucky to run in to help me, but there was just silence in return. Just before I had passed out, my mother had screamed and frantically called the paramedics. I am now writing this from the hospital bed, where they have given me a skin transplant. But they cannot help me with the pain of the memories. Especially the memories of what I saw was inside the bath bomb as I was getting pulled out of the bathroom by the paramedics. A tiny red object, covered with blood.
A dog heart.
Lucky’s heart.
