What lurks down our drains is best left to our imaginations. But ignorance is bliss, and so we do not imagine. Instead, we procrastinate. We let our hair-creatures build and fester, their rotting bodies expanding until they claim ownership over our pipes. We act only when the smell has become so pungent, or the clog so distracting, we cannot bear it anymore. Of course, by then it is too late.
These are the Tales From The Drain. Whether they are fiction or truth, we’ll leave to your discretion. But what you can know for sure is they should have left what was down there to us.