Thomas Brimm Meets the Dead

The dissolving bath bubbles resembled faces. The faces of the dead, the boy thought. But who were they and what did they want with him? He was only eight, after all. He poked one of the faces right on the nose, and it disintegrated. There was a faint howl of pain. The boy stuck his ear in the water and jumped up almost immediately after, hearing small voices whispering "help." He pounded his fists into the water, into the face of each dead person. Water splashed everywhere, hitting the walls, the tiled floor, and even the ceiling. "I can't help you!" he screamed.