You keep one hand on the wall, and another in front of you as you search. It has to be here somewhere.

You take another step forward and hear a faint splash from under your feet- has the toilet flooded? You take another step forward, and almost trip over something bulky laying on the floor.

It groans.

Suddenly, your hand on the wall is doused in a warm, sticky substance- is the ceiling leaking? The puddle around your feet starts to rise- where is it coming from? What is it?

The thing huffs out what could be a laugh.

"It's raining, it's pouring," it wheezes.

You scream.