I Found an Island Inside My Bathroom… and It Followed Me Back

I rushed home, my stomach twisting into knots, desperate to reach the washroom. I slammed the door shut behind me hard enough for the walls to shudder.

Then I looked up.

and froze.

The floor was gone.

Not broken. Not cracked. Gone.

In its place stretched an endless island, wet sand clinging to my feet, a salty wind brushing against my skin like a warning. The air tasted like the ocean. The silence felt alive.

The mirror above the sink reflected nothing but the sky.

Before I could even scream.

footsteps echoed behind me.

Slow.

Heavy.

Deliberate.

I turned.

Ten maybe fifteen figures stood there.

Tall.

Still.

Watching.

Some held guns. Others gripped rusted swords. All of them wore black hats marked with skulls.

But something was wrong.

Horribly wrong.

The skulls weren’t painted.

They were carved into bone.

Two of them lunged at me.

Pain exploded through my chest as I hit the ground. The sky spun violently above me, the sound of crashing waves swallowing. everything.

and then.

darkness.

I woke to the stench of salt and rum

Wood creaked beneath me.

A ship.

Laughter echoed across the deck, loud, careless, almost mocking. Seven or eight people drank like nothing had happened.

Like I wasn’t there.

Like I didn’t matter.

Then they noticed me.

Silence.

Instant.

Heavy.

Suffocating.

One of them grabbed my collar and yanked me up.

Why are you here he snapped.

Do you have any idea how dangerous this place is.

His voice was harsh.

But his eyes.

his eyes were terrified.

I told them everything.

My house.

The washroom.

The island.

No one interrupted.

No one laughed.

When I finished, the air felt colder

Someone whispered.

another one.

They called their captain.

He didn’t rush.

Didn’t panic.

He just walked in.

calm.

Too calm.

After hearing my story, he nodded slowly

We’ll help you.

That was it.

No questions.

No reaction.

Just that.

As he turned away, something caught my eye

Carved into the back of his hand

a small skull.

They dropped me on the nearest island

An abandoned house, barely standing against the wind.

They left me food, water, and even treated my injuries.

We’re going on a treasure hunt one of them said.

You’ll come with us later.

Rest.

For the first time since this nightmare began

I felt safe.

So I slept.

When I woke up.

the house was empty.

No ship.

No people.

No supplies.

Nothing.

They left me.

The words echoed in my head as the ocean stretched endlessly around me.

For a week, I survived on wild fruit and rainwater.

Every night, I dreamed of that skull.

Every morning.

I found footsteps.

Not mine.

Never mine.

I built a raft.

Hope is a dangerous thing.

Two days passed on open water.

No land.

No birds.

No sound.

Then.

the ocean went silent.

Too silent.

The horizon darkened.

And suddenly.

it rose.

A wall of water.

A tsunami.

Towering.

Unstoppable

My raft didn’t stand a chance.

It shattered like it never existed.

As I sank beneath the waves.

something strange happened.

The panic disappeared.

No fear.

No struggle.

Just calm.

I watched my life flicker before my eyes.

This is it I thought.

It’s over.

Then.

a voice.

Distant.

Desperate.

WAIT.

I knew that voice.

My mother.

My eyes snapped open.

I was in my bathtub.

Water overflowing.

The tap is still running.

My mother stood over me, shaking me violently.

How long have you been unconscious.

I gasped, choking on air, my heart slamming against my ribs.

I was back.

I was safe.

Right.

Later that night, I searched everything I could

Near death experiences.

Drowning survivors.

Hallucinations.

That’s when I found it.

A thread.

Buried deep.

People who drowned.

and came back.

They all described the same place.

An island.

Marked by skulls.

The last line of the article read.

Those who escape were never meant to stay

Behind me.

the tap started running.

On its own.

The end.