Wait.
Don't close your eyes. I want you to read this post instead.
Think back to the sixth Harry Potter movie, the one Dumbledore dies in. (This is not a spoiler alert, if you didn't know that already, then you are clearly anti-Harry Potter for whatever reason and you probably hate everything else magical and fantastic in the world).
Do you remember the part in the cave when Harry is force-feeding Dumbledore liquid that looks like purple Kool-aide from a seashell?
Well, I want you to know that there must be a horcrux in my bathroom. Because that crap is real life stuff.
I walked into my bathroom the other morning to brush my teeth. There's two sinks in my bathroom so every time I have to use one, I select the less filthy of the two.
When I turned the water on and started brushing my teeth, I looked over to the other sink and found myself hallucinating. Murky, purple water started rising out of the sink. I rubbed my eyes a bit, maybe I was dreaming?
No. This was actually happening.
I quickly turned off the water and stared in horror as the liquid slowly went back down the drain, returning to the place of evil from whence it came. This took a good five minutes.
When it finally disappeared, it left behind an unnatural, pungent odor.
I don't have any idea what the problem is or how I might possibly solve it.
I dearly hope the solution is anything but drinking the liquid, because I can assure you that it would have to be force-fed to me as well. (And I would cry, scream, and threaten to kill you, somewhat like Dumbledore). Plus, I would probably end up dying like Dumbledore.
When I turned the water on and started brushing my teeth, I looked over to the other sink and found myself hallucinating. Murky, purple water started rising out of the sink. I rubbed my eyes a bit, maybe I was dreaming?
No. This was actually happening.
I quickly turned off the water and stared in horror as the liquid slowly went back down the drain, returning to the place of evil from whence it came. This took a good five minutes.
When it finally disappeared, it left behind an unnatural, pungent odor.
I don't have any idea what the problem is or how I might possibly solve it.
I dearly hope the solution is anything but drinking the liquid, because I can assure you that it would have to be force-fed to me as well. (And I would cry, scream, and threaten to kill you, somewhat like Dumbledore). Plus, I would probably end up dying like Dumbledore.
So I congratulate the evil wizard who has hidden a horcrux within my bathroom. You win this round.
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