owner had run a salon out of her ki

owner had run a salon out of her kitchen.thetingle in the back of my neck intensified to fullon dread as i watched the sodden clump ofhair suck back into the drainpipe,outof viewand further into the pipes beneath the flooring.It had to have been some suction from the clogshifting down the tubes, I tried to rationalize,but then i heard the scream .Jess.I ran over to the hallway, feet thumpingontheold wooden floors as i arrived at the bathroomJess was standing in front of the bathroomdoor,holding her elbows tight.her poutingmouth shivered as she began to wail,andfresh tears drew rivers down her rosy cheeks."I'm here, "I said, holding her in my arms."What's wrong, sweety?"I asked, feeling herwarm tears seep onto my shoulder through myirt.She just continued to loudly cry as shepointed to the bathroom, the source of herdistress.I walked back over to the bathrooand froze in my tracks, looking at the tub, towhat was inside.