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good.”
    He barely heard Daniel say something as he fell asleep on top of him, but he couldn’t have said what it was.
     
     
    DANIEL WOKE to an unfamiliar bed. The moonlight entering the window was at the wrong angle. In fact, the window was on the wrong side of the bed. He was not in his own house. He turned to face Elliot and couldn’t help but brush back that gorgeous lock of chestnut hair out of his eyes. As much as Daniel would have loved to merely lie there and look at the man who had brought him to orgasm more frequently and more completely than he ever remembered, he had to go to the bathroom.
    It was becoming an emergency.
    He smiled and pulled the covers over Elliot’s shoulders, then slipped out of bed and padded to the bathroom next door that he’d vaguely noticed on the way to the bedroom. He fumbled around for the light switch and finally found it. Lifting the toilet seat and leaning against the tiled wall, he took care of business. He was wonderfully sated and lazy and felt barely awake; he wanted nothing more than to go back into that grand old bedroom and crawl in beside that gorgeous hunk of man, who seemed to be fine with him staying the entire night.
    Out of the corner of his eye, Daniel saw a bottle on the sink wiggle.
    “What the hell?” he mumbled under his breath and leaned over to take a closer look.
    The bottle of mouthwash jiggled again. He reached toward it, and it suddenly lurched two inches toward him.
    Daniel startled and threw himself backward, away from the bottle that was coming to life just in time to get royally pissed at him and attack. He realized at the last moment that he had no idea what was actually behind him.
    He found out soon enough.
    Not much.
    He recognized too late that his calves abruptly hit the sides of the porcelain tub. He grabbed at anything he could find to stop his descent. What he found was the shower curtain.
    It declined to help him.
    As Daniel fell on his ass in the tub, he could do nothing but watch the bottle of mouthwash sail through the air and land beside him on the porcelain.
    “What the ever-loving shit!”
    He scrambled to his feet as quickly as he could, only to find the can of shaving cream joining its fellow toiletry in flight toward the tub. It was a train wreck—Daniel couldn’t look away. The top of the toothpaste was unscrewing itself and eventually fell into the sink, as the tube itself inched forward, leaving a trail of green-and-white-striped goo in its wake.
    By that point, Daniel decided he desperately needed to get out of the room before he discovered even more possessed bathroom items.
    The hot water turned on—by itself—and steam covered the mirror. The screech on the glass was deafening as words appeared.
    “Ou-ou-out,” Daniel stuttered. “Says ‘get out.’”
    Daniel was happy to oblige whoever—or whatever—was writing the message, but he found his legs had turned into Jell-O. He could only stare wide-eyed as the comb flew toward his head, closely followed by the toothbrush and razor.
    He finally found control of his recalcitrant lower limbs and scrabbled out of the bathroom as quickly as he could. Stumbling into the bedroom, he managed to get to the bed without face-planting and grab Elliot’s arm.
    “Come on, man,” he gasped. “We have to get out of here.”
    Elliot weakly pulled his arm away, trying to catch up with current events as Daniel grabbed his clothes. “What? What’s going on?”
    “Your damned house is haunted or something.” Daniel frantically grabbed at his clothes while periodically shooting glances toward the hallway to make sure the contents of the bathroom weren’t following him.
    “What do you mean?” Elliot appeared to be struggling to wake up as he watched Daniel practically fall on his ass trying to get his pants on.
    “The, the… the water… and the steam… and the words… and flying shit. Well, not actually shit, but… but flying stuff. Shaving cream, and toothpaste, and…