As a kid I spent a fair amount of time playing in the tub. While I never had my Mom try to pull a Patsy Ramsey (allegedly) with a toaster, my older brother would come in and throw a bucket of cold water on me. Sometimes I would sense his evil presense outside the door before the attack, but there was no where to escape - time would sort of stand still. Also, before every bath, my siblings would tell me about our lost brother who got sucked down the drain when the water was let out. Needless to say, I was happy when I could start taking showers.