Abluthophobia- the fear of bathing.
Pairing: none.
Summary: Eight year old Shawn has a strong fear of bathing after a kid at school tells him a story about a sewer monster.
Beta: nope. I'm a loner, and a loner's gotta be alone. Hyah! *rides away on a horse and realizes I'm afraid of horses* ahhhh! *jumps off the horse and runs off*
Any mistakes are mine. I tried to apply humour... Probably failed. Please review, fave, or follow! They make me a better writer and help me get motivated to write more. Feel free to leave the fear you want to see next, pairing, and person with the fear.
"Shawn, you need a bath."
"But dad-"
"No buts, bath. Now." His father pointed towards the bathroom angrily.
"I can't, the monster will eat me!" Shawn cried as he wrapped his arms around the bed post.
"Monster? What- Shawn?" His father crossed his arms. "Have you been listening to the stories of the older kids again? I told you to stay away from them." Shawn didn't say anything. "Come here." His father tugged him away from the bed and dragged him into the bathroom. "Look, there's no monster."
"I know it's there, it's hiding." Shawn scowled.
"Take a bath now Shawn." The small boy shook his head viciously. "You leave me no choice." He was dragged to the backyard where his father stripped him and sprayed him down with the hose. "Wash your hair." Shawn glared at the pink bottle of shampoo.
Shawn shook at the memory. He still had a terrible feeling that the sewer monster was real. Being down in the sewers wasn't helping much, every shadow made him jump.
"Scared?" Lassiter smirked.
"N-no." Shawn straightened his back. A crunching sound made him squeak, clutching Lassiter tightly.
"Let me go Spencer! You stepped on a damn bag of potato chips that someone threw down one of the street drains."
"The sewer monster's out there! He's going to get me!"
Lassiter grunted, dragging Shawn back to the surface. "Go home. Take a shower, you smell like rotten stuff."
Shawn nodded, heading towards the blueberry to drive home. Once he pulled into the driveway he went straight to the bathroom, stripping down his dirty clothes and turning on the water. He froze before stepping in, grabbing the small pipe from the counter.
All these years and he couldn't shake the idea of a monster lurking in the sewers. "I know you're there..."
"Shawn! Stop talking to the drain, there's nothing down there." His father yelled grumpily.
Shawn grunted. He knew it was there. Always watching...