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This is a call for help.
I
You see,
It was an ordinary day. I woke up, got ready for the day, ate breakfast, school, homework, you know, the daily routine. As per my routine, to finish the day, I was to take a shit.
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So I did.
Before anything else, I have to say that my bathroom is different from others. For reasons I
Perhaps he
It
Next to the stall was a window and a narrow ledge, where I put all my tissue. The ledge caused a small gap between the stall door and the window. Great for stuffing more tissue or the occasional magazine
Nothing absolutely extraordinary or strange, but it was different.
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Of course, I started reading some creepypasta. It was late, quiet, and I was all alone: a perfect time to get a few goosebumps.
As I was reading and literally getting the shit scared out of me, I noticed a faint scratching on the stall door. It was as if a dog was scratching the flimsy plastic door except it was
It stopped moments after I noticed it. I was unnerved. I
I was scared as fuck, but I dismissed it. It must have been the plastic flexing from the temperature. Yeah, that was it.
I continued to read. I was almost done shitting, to be honest, but I
Then I heard a drop, a soft thud. The stack of tissues wedged between the door and the window collapsed. It fell forward out from my reach.
I checked the window outside. The night was as still as it could be. It
No, no, I was scaring myself. I slowly chuckled to myself. The rolls were probably just unbalanced in the first place.
So I continued. I
I pushed harder, and harder, and harder, as hard as my seated position could muster, yet it
I was panicking. Some malevolent force was keeping me here. I knew what was to happen next. I would be killed, or flayed, or mutilated, or driven to insanity.
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The hand was a rotting shade of green and grey, like it had just freshly dug itself out of the grave. It was putrid, and overpowered the already foul smell of the stall.
I was frozen in fear. Imagine an end like this, caught with my pants down, found dead on a toilet.
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I closed my eyes and screamed. Tears came out of my eyes, sweat came out of every single pore, hell, I even pissed myself on the toilet. I waited. A few seconds, a few slow agonizing minutes. I did nothing.
I mustered up my courage and opened my eyes. It was gone! I was saved. I breathed deeply. No, I
I pushed the door once more, and I was greeted by an empty bathroom.
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