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</div></div><br/><br/>The main purpose for taking a shower was to cleanse his body, and that was the reason why Rune Halonen felt designing and installing a shower system instead of a traditional bathtub and shower combination wasn't feasible for this renovation. Rune thought that he deserved a good shower  in order to recover from day-to-day stressors, and the weird event that just happened downstairs in the kitchen qualified as such. He at least hoped the shower system was worth the expense, as he dived under the warm jets of water.  Almost immediately, the shower had a calming, relaxing effect on his mind, body and spirit, replacing the feeling of  being scared<i> shit-less.</i><br/><br/>During the design process for the renovations on his new Victorian home, Rune had envisioned a personal hydrotherapy room with a high-end, custom shower to replace the master bathroom. He invented the concept by imagining a person going through a car wash without a car, and installed a body shower instead of a standard shower with built-in seating. Once Rune was completely naked, he opened the glass door and stepped into the shower stall.  On a digital wall panel installed on the wall, water from three separate dual shower heads sprayed forcefully from the body jets from three different directions.<br/><br/>The water that sprayed from the ceiling and three of the shower walls, had been constructed with different variations of intensity, and additional LED chromatherapy lighting that really made the custom made shower top of the line. Rune pressed the control buttons on the panel to set the exact water temperature he preferred first. Then he changed the water intensity from normal to massage as well as the color of the LED system. His favorite go-to setting for relaxation was the body massage and aquamarine glow chromatherapy, which was especially good for calming his frazzled nerves.<br/><br/>Rune started relaxing, closing his eyes under the spray as he poured some of his favorite body wash,<i>Molton Brown Suma Ginseng</i>, into his hand and started rubbing it into his wet skin. The scent of the body was was amazing, and usually left him feeling energized. After rinsing the creamy suds off his body, he let the pounding spray melt all the tension in his muscles away. Preparing to wash his hair, his hand fumbled for the amber bottle of<i>Vaughn Hydrating Shampoo</i>. He was engrossed with pouring a quarter sized amount of the fragrant shampoo into his hand when his neck began to stiffen and and turn to gooseflesh.<br/><br/>A tingling sensation spread all over his body, and he could not explain how he knew, but he just sensed that someone or something was watching him in the  shower. Rune tried to see through the glass, blinking away droplets of water and soap in his eyes. He flicked wet strands of hair away from his eyes as he stared past the steam covered, tempered glass shower door.  He could see no one there, but felt a strange presence. To reassure himself, Rune finally cracked open the shower door, gazing around the bathroom. Still nothing but the nagging sensation that someone was watching him, and it made Rune feel a little spooked.<br/><br/>Closing the shower door, Rune felt too uncomfortable to check anymore on who was staring at him.  His instincts told him that whatever he saw and heard downstairs was now inside his bathroom. The back of his neck continued to tingle as he quickly resumed shampooing his hair, quite sure that invisible eyes were raking over his naked vulnerability. The air in the shower stall suddenly felt chilly, so Rune retreated closer to the shower jets to preserve his body heat under the pre-programmed, 90° water, and to rinse the shampoo out of his mane. When Rune turned around to turn the water off, the energy in the bathroom seemed to have shifted, growing more heavy.<br/><br/>Suddenly the shower didn't seem as invigorating. The air felt electrically charged, more still,  heavy and quiet. Something felt off, but it wasn't until Rune turned completely around and reached for the handle on the shower door to exit that he saw what had been written upon the steamed covered glass. He froze in place, completely rattled by what he saw right before his eyes. The very legible words were etched into the steam, and Rune knew for a fact that they were not there before. It was impossible for him to have missed the message that was left there, which read:<br/><i><span style="font-size: 22px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"><br/>
Not Elliot Carter, Elliot B.R. Please, call me Elliot.</span></span></i><br/><br/><b>"Elliot B.R."</b>Rune read aloud.<br/><br/>Then he summoned the courage to speak his mind, and he sounded somewhat pissed off.<br/><b><br/>
"OKAY! Rule number one, Elliot. Stop watching me in the shower. It makes me uncomfortable, and its rude as fuck. I would like some privacy, so I ask that you respect my boundaries."</b><br/><br/>Rune was shivering from the chill in the air as he left the shower stall, snatching a thick cotton towel from the towel warmer beneath the countertop to not only dry off but to hide his nakedness from the invisible, prying eyes of his ghostly visitor. Rune quickly wrapped it around his narrow waist, knotting it in place. Another towel was taken out of the warmer and dragged through his wet hair, as he gazed around the bathroom. He still could not see Elliot, but he somehow sensed that he was still there.<br/><br/><b>"I mean it. I don't think you want me to go ghost busters on your ass." </b>Rune said.<br/><br/>Rune should have felt so much more empowered as he asserted himself, but if his creased brow was any indication of his anxiety, his worry showed.<i>What if this ghost tested that theory? he asked himself.</i>He quickly brushed his teeth at the sink, and applied some conditioning detangler to his hair before combing it out so that it fell straight past his shoulders. The energy started to lift once he headed into the bedroom, and selected his clothes for the day. His first day in his new home, and with it came the sudden realization that nothing would ever be the same again.<br/><br/>At least he had a name to go on, and after dressing in a pair of denim jeans and a checkered oxford shirt rolled up at the sleeves, he grabbed his laptop and sat down with it. A couple of mouse clicks later, he found the<i>Newton Historical Commission</i>website and decided to do some homework about this resident ghost. If Elliot B. R. was his real name, Rune would at least try to find out factual information rather than be guided by fear of the unknown. Jotting down the address on a pad of paper on the weathered oak accent table beside his chair. He'd make a run to the historical society first, then a trip to the library in order to find any and all information about the property at 238 West Street.<br/><br/>In particular, the whereabouts of its previous occupants.