Drain Snake Bathtub

... get overwhelmed. a good functioning drain with the end cut off... suction sounds. just like a bathtub. i had a similar situation... & B pillar trims and snake the tubes) i think i (...

.... Middleson casually gloving up to drain my car & change the ... wasn’t draining so took the snake to it with ruthlessness & ... triumphant. [Memo to self, get snake into play sooner another time]. ... is they’re certainly right, the bathtub is a place of increased ...

... wet tissue paper before the snake. This was before considering its... into eternal sleep in a bathtub than let the other Arius ... job instead of being a drain on society!" "This was not ...

... in the way a coral snake was beautiful, all bright colors... he was the drain at the bottom of the world's weirdest bathtub. It slithered...

I have been trying to do it for days but its very hard to get the snake through the floor drain. I removed the plate from the overflow but was met with this which i have no idea what it is, and now i have no clue if i can remove it. I tried unscrewing but it doesnt budge. Should i leave it alone and insist on the floor drain? submitted by /u/Ok-Refuse230 to r/Plumbing [link] [comments]

I recently moved into the basement of a friend's home. They recently kicked someone out. That person shaved their hair (entire head) in the shower multiple times throughout their stay. Homeowner had tried Draino a few times. I tried to snake the drain but the snake doesn't fit very well in the rusty narrow drain. I tried to go through the... I'm not sure what the technical term is... overflow drain... but it did me no good. I'm hoping to fix it so we (my kids and I) can use this bath rather than hers. Any insights from professionals or those who have dealt with this appreciated. Located in Midwest. Don't know too much about the house (when built or anything about pipe types) submitted by /u/sicklyandsour to r/askaplumber [link] [comments]

UPDATE POSTED!!! TLDR; My slummy landlord has a distaste for me due to demanding that I have running water (I know, crazy) and threatening to escrow my rent until repair was made. She's retaliating with made up issues and left a notice to vacate or rectify said issues that DONT EXIST within 30 days, so I moved out, left all the things I didn't want to deal with and I'm not telling her until the day before rent is due. Ok so I had a plumbing issue for months that started when I was having a miscarriage. I knew it was a very expensive repair. Ultimately nothing was done until I had literal shit coming up into my bathtub. I threatened escrow twice because of the plumbing and that's how I got the "repair" done. We have quarterly inspections where they come look at the place and are supposed to change the furnace filter as it says in the MANDATORY resident benefits portion of my lease... that I pay $25 a month for. The property manager is a bitch. Very slummy company, and the ways she's spoken to me are horrendous. Anyway she came by for inspection, took photos, didn't change the filter (lol). She then put a notice on my NEIGHBORS door with his address ((srsly how dumb can you be?)) that was meant for my fiancé and I, and we must vacate or rectify the following: "Seems to be unauthorized pets" nope. I paid a non refundable deposit for my 2 dogs. "Excessive amount of dog feces" also no. We share a townhouse and are very diligent with picking up after our dogs. And lastly, "a strong pet odor". Which is odd because she complimented how good the place smelled as I was cooking when she came for inspection. Our dogs rarely have accidents, and if they do, they're promptly cleaned up. I know they don't like me because I refuse to let them walk all over me. I've been very persistent and vocal about (reasonable) issues being fixed. I can't fix their imaginary problems, I assume they were wanting us to pay Aprils rent and were planning to try and evict us anyway after 30 days. So I took rent money, bought a fifth wheel camper and moved out. I'm not letting them know we left until the day before rent is due, and I'm also leaving a bunch of furniture and shit I don't want for them to deal with because I KNOW I'm not getting my deposit back and I wanna make sure it goes to good use. Oops I have a passive aggressive email ready to send when it's time. Ultimately I tell them I can't fix imaginary issues so we're leaving, and thank them for a legal way out of this lease because we'd already been wanting to break it. The place sucks, and it's in a REALLY rough part of Dayton, OH. We were great tenants. Rent was always early/on time and the only wave I ever caused was telling them to stop fucking snaking the drain when the whole line is busted and I was right. That's apparently a very expensive repair. Oh well. Place has to have running water to be habitable. Shit coming up into my bathtub is a literal biohazard. Like, wtf would you do if that were your place? Anyway they have virtually no employees or maintenance crew and it feels really good to know they'll be scrambling to get our stuff out of there. submitted by /u/Jadelovessky25 to r/traumatizeThemBack [link] [comments]

So my bathtub drain tends to get clogged (really slow drain) every now and then between my hair and the soap I use (it never did honestly until I started using bar soap and then between soap residue and my hair it gets clogged up from time to time). I bought disposable drain snakes (The orange types with lots of "thorns") and they were fine but at one point for whatever reason the sludge really locked in my drain and I had to get my husband's help opening the drain up to use the snake as I'm an utter weakling think I get him to open up jars for me sometimes too lol. Well, when he tried to unclog it he complained to me to not use such cheap ones again (he showed me it almost broken and said that would be worse than the clog). I don't remember what brand I got but I am wondering if anyone has a specific recommendation for better quality ones that might not break so easily. I would much prefer disposable cause I'm kinda ocd and I can't think of anywhere I'd like to store a used drain snake (eww). submitted by /u/tigress666 to r/Plumbing [link] [comments]

Looking back, it was such a strange thing to warn me against. What rational person would think to put their ear to the bathtub drain? Now, I understand. Kids aren’t rational. And being the curious child I was, something like that wasn’t out of the cards. But, naturally, Mom’s repeated warnings only made me want to try it. I asked her about it a lot, but each time she would always give me the same answer. “Because the boogeyman will reach up and grab you.” I never believed in the boogeyman, but as a child, the thought of a gnarled, green hand snaking through the drain pipes to strangle me was too frightening to ignore. But as the years progressed, I got bolder. I stopped being afraid of the thing in the drain. That was my biggest mistake. Humans have fear for a reason. Fear keeps us alive. I should have given in to fear that day. Maybe if I had, none of this would be happening. *** I was eight years old when I found myself sitting there watching the water swirl down the drain. I was about to get out of the tub, but something stopped me. I don’t know what it was. A feeling, an urge, I’m not sure. But something told me to stay where I was. I stared at the drain, my mother’s words blaring in my head. Do not press your ear to the bathtub drain under any circumstances. Ever. The rebel in me knew what I had to do. I crawled up to the drain, dread gnawing at my insides. What was going to happen if I did this? Was Mom going to find out? I had to know. The only audible noises were the sounds of my dripping hair and my ragged breathing as I lowered my head to the drain. I pressed my ear against it, heart thundering in my chest. I didn’t expect anything to happen. But something did. “Hello?” A voice shattered the silence. I instinctively flew back, narrowly missing the faucet. I stared at the drain, waiting for something to happen. Hoping against all odds that nothing would. But then it returned. “Hello? Is someone there?” The voice was soft and quiet, barely above a whisper. But I heard it loud and clear. I was suddenly gripped by a cocktail of fascination and deep-seated terror. Though my brain screamed at me to leave, my curiosity won out. I crawled back to the drain and stared down the hole. It was pitch black. Endless in my child imagination. But otherwise non-threatening. “H-hello?” I called, my voice trembling. “Hi. What’s your name?” I hesitated. Was this okay? “I’m Allie... What’s yours?” “My name is Lillian.” There was a pause, tension seeping into the atmosphere. “Can I ask you something?” I said, throwing a quick glance to the door. “Sure.” “Why are you in my bathtub drain?” Lillian took a while to respond. I thought I might have made her angry. “I’m trapped in here.” My heart broke for her. There was another girl just like me stuck on the other end of the pipes. She must have been so scared. “Can I get you out?” Another pause. “No. Not yet.” Mom’s footsteps outside the door made me freeze. “Allie? What’s taking so long in there? Dinner’s almost ready!” “I’m drying off!” I turned back to the drain. “I gotta go. See you later,” I whispered. Lillian didn’t reply. *** The next day, I again found myself in the bath. I hurried through my routine, washing up as fast as I could. Once the last of the water was gone, I pressed my ear to the drain. “Hello?” I said, blood pounding in my ears. “Hi Allie.” Part of me was relieved. A smaller part of me, the one that told me Mom was right, was terrified. I tried to find the words, but it was difficult. What do you even say to a voice in your bathtub drain? I didn’t have to find the answer. Lillian spoke first. “Is your Mommy gone?” “Yeah.” “Good. She scares me.” “She scares me too sometimes. Why doesn’t she want me to talk to you?” Lillian paused. “I don’t know.” “Oh. So… what’s it like in there? Is it dark?” “Yeah. It’s really dark. All the time. There’s a little light that comes down, though. I can see you, but you’re really far away.” My breath hitched in my throat. Something about that unsettled me. I peered into the hole, trying to make out any discernable features, but I couldn’t see a thing. “I can’t see you. I-” Mom threw the door open, a stack of towels in her hand. She locked eyes with me before placing the towels on the sink and marching over. “Allie, please, please tell me this isn’t what I think it is. Tell me you didn’t press your ear to the drain.” I snatched the towel I’d placed by the tub and scrambled to wrap myself up. “I didn’t! Uh.. some of my nail polish chipped off and I was washing it down there.” Mom’s shoulders loosened and I gave myself a pat on the back for my quick thinking. “Okay. It’s very important that you never put your ear to the drain. You know what will happen if you do.” I nodded before brushing past her and locking myself in my room. *** Despite Mom’s wishes, I spoke to Lillian every night. After my close encounter, I made sure to lock the bathroom door. I began to feel a sense of kinship with her. We were becoming fast friends. I found that I was looking forward to our nightly talks. Until one night when Lillian didn’t respond. Two nights went by. Then three. I was beginning to think that I had just imagined her. But then she returned. “Hello?” I whispered, my breath hitched. I didn’t expect a response, but that didn’t stop me from hoping for one. “Hi Allie.” “Lillian! Where’d you go?” “I… went to the bad place… But I’m back now. Guess what?” My brows furrowed. The bad place? Lillian had never mentioned that before. I decided that it could wait. “What?” “I think I found a way to get out of your drain!” “Really?! How??” My heart pounded. Lillian sounded as excited as I was. “Come closer,” she whispered. I knelt down, my face inches from the drain. “Good. Now open your mouth.” “What? Why?” “Just do it.” A sense of dread nestled in my stomach. Something didn’t feel right. But nevertheless, I did as I was told. The moment I opened my mouth, something wet and slimy rocketed down my throat. I instantly pulled back, thrashing and kicking in the tub. I tried to scream, but the thing shooting from the drain blocked my airways. It looked like hair… A mess of black, soggy strands coated in grime. I tried to yank the thing out of my mouth. My hands squished the stringy mass, and I pulled with all my might. It wouldn’t budge. In fact, it managed to slither even deeper down my throat. My vision began to grow fuzzy and I felt my body getting weaker. The thing was cutting off my oxygen supply. I was suffocating. In a matter of seconds, I slumped back into the tub and everything went black. The next moments I could recall felt like a slideshow. First, an image of Mom screaming. Next, I was tied to my bed, constraints binding my hands and feet. Then Mom and a priest stood over me, splashing water into my face. It seemed like nothing more than a dream. But when I finally came to - really came to - I was certain that every bit of it was real. Because the rope burns around my wrists were still there. *** Mom had always told me that the exorcism was successful. That they had fully eradicated the demon I’d known as Lillian. But now, I’m not so sure… It’s been fifteen years since the night I first put my ear to that bathtub drain. Recently, I’ve been experiencing random bouts of memory loss. Large chunks of time that are unaccounted for. I visited the doctor, afraid that it might be some kind of medical condition. He was stumped. But I think I know what’s causing this. The exorcism wasn’t a complete success. Lillian was just lying dormant. Until now. NS Post submitted by /u/HorrorJunkie123 to r/HorrorJunkie123 [link] [comments]

Looking back, it was such a strange thing to warn me against. What rational person would think to put their ear to the bathtub drain? Now, I understand. Kids aren’t rational. And being the curious child I was, something like that wasn’t out of the cards. But, naturally, Mom’s repeated warnings only made me want to try it. I asked her about it a lot, but each time she would always give me the same answer. “Because the boogeyman will reach up and grab you.” I never believed in the boogeyman, but as a child, the thought of a gnarled, green hand snaking through the drain pipes to strangle me was too frightening to ignore. But as the years progressed, I got bolder. I stopped being afraid of the thing in the drain. That was my biggest mistake. Humans have fear for a reason. Fear keeps us alive. I should have given in to fear that day. Maybe if I had, none of this would be happening. *** I was eight years old when I found myself sitting there watching the water swirl down the drain. I was about to get out of the tub, but something stopped me. I don’t know what it was. A feeling, an urge, I’m not sure. But something told me to stay where I was. I stared at the drain, my mother’s words blaring in my head. Do not press your ear to the bathtub drain under any circumstances. Ever. The rebel in me knew what I had to do. I crawled up to the drain, dread gnawing at my insides. What was going to happen if I did this? Was Mom going to find out? I had to know. The only audible noises were the sounds of my dripping hair and my ragged breathing as I lowered my head to the drain. I pressed my ear against it, heart thundering in my chest. I didn’t expect anything to happen. But something did. “Hello?” A voice shattered the silence. I instinctively flew back, narrowly missing the faucet. I stared at the drain, waiting for something to happen. Hoping against all odds that nothing would. But then it returned. “Hello? Is someone there?” The voice was soft and quiet, barely above a whisper. But I heard it loud and clear. I was suddenly gripped by a cocktail of fascination and deep-seated terror. Though my brain screamed at me to leave, my curiosity won out. I crawled back to the drain and stared down the hole. It was pitch black. Endless in my child imagination. But otherwise non-threatening. “H-hello?” I called, my voice trembling. “Hi. What’s your name?” I hesitated. Was this okay? “I’m Allie... What’s yours?” “My name is Lillian.” There was a pause, tension seeping into the atmosphere. “Can I ask you something?” I said, throwing a quick glance to the door. “Sure.” “Why are you in my bathtub drain?” Lillian took a while to respond. I thought I might have made her angry. “I’m trapped in here.” My heart broke for her. There was another girl just like me stuck on the other end of the pipes. She must have been so scared. “Can I get you out?” Another pause. “No. Not yet.” Mom’s footsteps outside the door made me freeze. “Allie? What’s taking so long in there? Dinner’s almost ready!” “I’m drying off!” I turned back to the drain. “I gotta go. See you later,” I whispered. Lillian didn’t reply. *** The next day, I again found myself in the bath. I hurried through my routine, washing up as fast as I could. Once the last of the water was gone, I pressed my ear to the drain. “Hello?” I said, blood pounding in my ears. “Hi Allie.” Part of me was relieved. A smaller part of me, the one that told me Mom was right, was terrified. I tried to find the words, but it was difficult. What do you even say to a voice in your bathtub drain? I didn’t have to find the answer. Lillian spoke first. “Is your Mommy gone?” “Yeah.” “Good. She scares me.” “She scares me too sometimes. Why doesn’t she want me to talk to you?” Lillian paused. “I don’t know.” “Oh. So… what’s it like in there? Is it dark?” “Yeah. It’s really dark. All the time. There’s a little light that comes down, though. I can see you, but you’re really far away.” My breath hitched in my throat. Something about that unsettled me. I peered into the hole, trying to make out any discernable features, but I couldn’t see a thing. “I can’t see you. I-” Mom threw the door open, a stack of towels in her hand. She locked eyes with me before placing the towels on the sink and marching over. “Allie, please, please tell me this isn’t what I think it is. Tell me you didn’t press your ear to the drain.” I snatched the towel I’d placed by the tub and scrambled to wrap myself up. “I didn’t! Uh.. some of my nail polish chipped off and I was washing it down there.” Mom’s shoulders loosened and I gave myself a pat on the back for my quick thinking. “Okay. It’s very important that you never put your ear to the drain. You know what will happen if you do.” I nodded before brushing past her and locking myself in my room. *** Despite Mom’s wishes, I spoke to Lillian every night. After my close encounter, I made sure to lock the bathroom door. I began to feel a sense of kinship with her. We were becoming fast friends. I found that I was looking forward to our nightly talks. Until one night when Lillian didn’t respond. Two nights went by. Then three. I was beginning to think that I had just imagined her. But then she returned. “Hello?” I whispered, my breath hitched. I didn’t expect a response, but that didn’t stop me from hoping for one. “Hi Allie.” “Lillian! Where’d you go?” “I… went to the bad place… But I’m back now. Guess what?” My brows furrowed. The bad place? Lillian had never mentioned that before. I decided that it could wait. “What?” “I think I found a way to get out of your drain!” “Really?! How??” My heart pounded. Lillian sounded as excited as I was. “Come closer,” she whispered. I knelt down, my face inches from the drain. “Good. Now open your mouth.” “What? Why?” “Just do it.” A sense of dread nestled in my stomach. Something didn’t feel right. But nevertheless, I did as I was told. The moment I opened my mouth, something wet and slimy rocketed down my throat. I instantly pulled back, thrashing and kicking in the tub. I tried to scream, but the thing shooting from the drain blocked my airways. It looked like hair… A mess of black, soggy strands coated in grime. I tried to yank the thing out of my mouth. My hands squished the stringy mass, and I pulled with all my might. It wouldn’t budge. In fact, it managed to slither even deeper down my throat. My vision began to grow fuzzy and I felt my body getting weaker. The thing was cutting off my oxygen supply. I was suffocating. In a matter of seconds, I slumped back into the tub and everything went black. The next moments I could recall felt like a slideshow. First, an image of Mom screaming. Next, I was tied to my bed, constraints binding my hands and feet. Then Mom and a priest stood over me, splashing water into my face. It seemed like nothing more than a dream. But when I finally came to - really came to - I was certain that every bit of it was real. Because the rope burns around my wrists were still there. *** Mom had always told me that the exorcism was successful. That they had fully eradicated the demon I’d known as Lillian. But now, I’m not so sure… It’s been fifteen years since the night I first put my ear to that bathtub drain. Recently, I’ve been experiencing random bouts of memory loss. Large chunks of time that are unaccounted for. I visited the doctor, afraid that it might be some kind of medical condition. He was stumped. But I think I know what’s causing this. The exorcism wasn’t a complete success. Lillian was just lying dormant. Until now. submitted by /u/HorrorJunkie123 to r/nosleep [link] [comments]