“Splouch~ Splouch~” A tentacle wriggled in the bathtub, emerging from nowhere.

The tip of the tentacle was different, more like a pink-tinted tongue, almost resembling a head. It seemed to explore the clean, shiny bathroom, its reflection dancing on the pristine floor. But the creature sensed another presence. Slowly, oh so slowly, it rotated its tendril to gaze at them who had been staring at The Bathtub for what felt like five minutes or maybe even more.

The tentacles defied the ordinary. Its tiny suction cups puckered and unpuckered, as if tapping out Morse code underwater.