The Curse of the Killer Claw Foot Tub (Story #1)

She was afraid of her own bathtub. She bathed nightly in the shadowy depths of a large, double-ended roll rim claw foot tub, a treasure to some, to her, a threat.  It did not appear to be a vintage reproduction, so it had to have been old, as old as the musty, sagging upstairs apartment […]

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