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Q. Spectro St. Terror

My name is Quencent Spectro St. Terror, and these are my Chilling Scenarios. (Chilling Scenarios) (My Name Is Quencent Sprectro St. Terror) (It could happen... to you) Erm. A refreshing shower. You've been lost in your thoughts. Letting the water wash over you. The steam fill your pores. You've been completely clean for 20 minutes. You've got things to do. Reluctantly. You must bid farewell to the bosom of the shower and greet the bosom of a cozy -

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Wait, wait. No, no, no, no, no. This is wrong. The towels. The towels should be here. You are wet, dripping. You can't leave this little box. You'll get chilly! You’ll drip droplets everywhere. This isn't how it's supposed to work. They're supposed to be here. This. This is your fault. You were warned! There's no towels, they said. Your roommate made a point to remind you, and you heard it.

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And you said you would get new towels. And then you turned on the shower. And the shower was on. You stepped inside and it was warm and wonderful. And it never occurred to you that you were the sewer of your own demise in terms of wetness. You have to leave to get the towels. You have to walk down an entire hallway to the linen closet.

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Wet! Someone could see you with your hair plastered to your head, everything flopping everywhere, dripping wet like a swamp monster. But you have to go. This is your fault.

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You creep slowly so as to not slip on the tiled floor. You make your way out of your plop den, and the temperature is, as you suspected, deeply upsetting everything that could go. It goes in. Everything that could go out goes all the way out. You have never been more nakey. You are getting everything wet. You hear a sound.

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Is someone here? Your roommate told you they were going to have visitors. They left to pick them up. It seems like only minutes ago. Are they here already? You planned to be out of the shower long before they arrived, but the shower went long. You thought you had all the time and towels in the world. But now you realise the sound was from outside.

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You are safe for a moment. But a glance outside the window reveals your roommate and their visitors. None whom you would want to give this much information about your body are on their way in. You dive to the linen closet to preserve your dignity. It's empty. No towels. Where are the towels? Your visitors are almost inside. Your roommate's warning becomes more clear in your mind.

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They washed the towels. They're in the dryer. In the closet, next to the door. Everyone is about to step through. You run full speed, slipping everywhere, smashing into things. Everything wet. Everything's terrible. They’re almost at the door and you're almost to the dryer. As they slide the key in the lock, you fling the dryer door open, revealing wonderful warm undies, pants,

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shirts, rompers, you rip it all out of the dryer and the door opens, obscuring you for one final moment as they step inside. But there are no towels. There is only one place left. The towels could be in the washing machine, waiting wetter than you. to be placed in the dryer like your roommate asked an hour ago. This is your fault.

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You have no choice, you know now. There is no way out of this dry. You open the washer, lean your whole body in to tug at the heaviest, wettest towel currently used to all the other towels so that you can at least protect your nethers. But as you bend over the washing machine. You hear it? You're too late. Your roommate,

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their visitors. They've got a view they never asked for. They know things about you it would take a system of mirrors for you to know about yourself. You swing the wet towel around yourself, but all you've done is make a pile of dry clothes wet. The rest of the night is going to be very weird. This episode was brought to you by our friends at Ghost Wine.

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As you well know, regular wine is the mashed up corpses of grapes that polite society has pretended to enjoy for centuries out of embarrassment. Ghost wine is a clear, refreshing wine that only tastes a little bit like wine and will not get you drunk. But it does come in a glass bottle and it costs more. More than what I've heard people ask.

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