The Bathroom Door

That infamous bathroom door, it's always been there for me and my family. Its small quarters have been convenient to us, keeping medicine, bandages, towels, (etc.) to use whenever we needed to. For some odd reason though, no matter how many times I shut it, I always find it open. When I was little, that always annoyed me, so I would shut it whenever I'd get the chance to.

I remember telling my mom about that, and she just said, "Don't worry about it honey, it's nothing."

Now, though, I feel like something is there in that little closet. Hiding in all of the useful little doo-dads and necessities, watching me and my family when we enter that bathroom. I've never seen anything in there, but little creepers like that are the best stalkers, you can never find them until they want you to, but you can always feel their eerie presence.

Always there, watching, waiting for you, for the right moment, but the one being stalked never knows about it, till it happens. I don't want to wait for that moment, I try to avoid using that bathroom, but for some reason I always end up there. I know most of you here want to read about a Slenderman story, Jeff the Killer, or some main stream pasta spin-off.

Well this isn't one, it's very original, and I'm writing about myself. I don't lie, I can't claim that there's some entity in my bathroom closet. When I'm in that bathroom, I feel like something is there, watching me, and I just end up staring at that door. Just staring, no thought, just drawing a blank before running off to my room in a jolt of unknown fear, just to go on to deviantART to distract myself.

I hope I haven't wasted your time here, and I hope you don't think this is a bad pasta, but I just got something from my life and put it down here. I believed that the truth would be the best originality for these kind of stories. Really though, I'm not claiming there is Slenderman in my closet, or something that's been made clear on these pastas, just a feeling. Perhaps it's the Schizophrenia that runs in my family that is getting to me.

---

Credited to Giselle Jizeru Bailey

Comments • 0

Loading comments...