The Bathroom Ghost

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  No Houses


The Bathroom Ghost

Sarah gagged as she packed her few belongings. The chemicals burned her lungs, and

throat. The battered women’s shelter had sprayed for bedbugs a few hours ago.

“You have 3 hours left!” Bia called from the top of the stairs.

Sarah ignored her, and settled into a chair in the living room. She did not take that

women seriously.

The tall, muscular black women with a scar over her eye, marched into the living room,

and confronted Sarah. “You need to leave now, or I’ll call the police! Your family causes too

much drama!”

Bia was the intake coordinator of the women’s shelter. She did not care for Sarah, and

wrote her up for every little indiscretion.

Bia escorted her to the door.

“Where am I supposed to go? I’ll die out there!” Sarah sobbed.

“It’s your own fault,” Bia replied, “I gave you 3 days to figure that out.”

Sarah wandered the streets for hours. As evening approached, she searched for a sharp

object to cut her throat with.

She fished in her pocket, and found her bank card. “I should have enough money to

stay at a motel for a couple weeks.”

She breathed a sigh of relief, as she unlocked the door to her room. She flipped the

light switch. None of the lights worked. The television wouldn’t turn on. “I should get a

discount for this. Oh well, at least I have a warm bed, and access to plumbing.”

The next day, Sarah called down to the office, to complain about the electrical

disturbances.

“This room gives me the creeps,” the maintenance man said, “I always feel like I’m

being watched, and sometimes when no one is around, I hear voices coming from the

bathroom.”

Sarah never had another problem with the lights, but the T.V refused to work. She

kept entertained by telling herself stories.

A couple weeks later, the mini fridge stopped working, and she had to throw away a

majority of her groceries. She lived on dried fruit, cereal, and chips, until she discovered a

church that served meals.

“I am the Bathroom Ghost! I am the Lavatory Ghost!” a voice boomed from the

bathroom.

Sarah woke up in a cold sweat. She glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It was

3 a.m. She nearly bolted out the door.

She searched the room for a recording device, thinking it was a prank. She didn’t tell

anyone, because she was afraid they’d think she’s crazy.

This went on for 3 days.

Irate from the lack of sleep, Sarah stomped into the bathroom to confront the entity.

“Show yourself! Who are you? What are you? What do you want?!”

“Nobody has ever cared enough to ask. I’ve been alone here for 13 years. Nobody ever

stays once they sense my presence. I just don’t want to be alone! You at least took an interest in

me, so I will tell you,” the entity replied, “I am James Cross. I used to be a soldier in the army,

until I was diagnosed with stomach cancer. My fiancée couldn’t handle the news, and she left

me. Three days later, I hung myself in this bathroom.”

Sarah tossed her belongings into the dumpster, sobbing. James appeared behind her as

she entered the room. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m running out of money. I barely have enough to get through the week. I don’t think

I can survive out on the streets.”

“I think we can help each other.”

“How?”

“Do you trust me?”

“I guess.”

“All I require of you is to keep me company.”

At 3 a.m., a dark-skinned man in a hoodie, handed a young tattoo covered guy, a wad of

cash.

The youth slipped his customer a packet of white powder.

“I am the Bathroom Ghost! I am the Lavatory Ghost!” Jim projected his voice through

the plumbing.

“Is someone here, man?!”

“What are you talking about?”

The drug dealer marched to the bathroom, and yanked the door open. “Holy shit! I think

you got a problem, man!’

The toilet kept overflowing. Blood was seeping through the door.

A couple hours later, the maintenance man arrived. The toilet was still flooding the room

with blood. “I don’t want any part of this!”

“You stupid bitch! What did you do to my phone?” the bald, muscular guy with missing

teeth, smashed his girlfriend’s face into the ceramic base of the sink.

His girlfriend made a gurgling noise, and slumped to the floor. The sink was full of

blood, and a few of her teeth.

“I am the Bathroom Ghost! I am the Lavatory Ghost! You have been very, very bad!”

“What the fuck, man?!!!”

All the lights went out. The sink, tub, and toilet flooded with blood.

“I’ve got to lay off of these,” the bodybuilder smashed his bottle of steroids.

He tripped over his girlfriend’s body, hit his head, and drowned in the toilet.

The next day, Sarah awoke to a knock at the door.

“Thank you so much,” the building manager said, “The maintenance man told me what

happened. Those scumbags have been costing me business. You can stay as long as you want.

I may even have employment opportunities for you.”

 

 


Submitted: January 19, 2018

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Sean Terrence Best

The thing with feathers that perches just out of reach of the corner of the eye is the haunting pith revealed in the morally enlightened macabre legends of the wise and literarily gifted Madame Hellshadow. May her elegant pen forever carry us aloft on the soaring magic carpet of her inspiring soulful characters and rewarding mysterious plots....

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