The Creepiest Bathroom Ever

I have seen some really creepy bathrooms in my short life. I've seem bathrooms that have no right angles, bathrooms with doors that do not offer adequate privacy, bathrooms with too many stalls that go on forever, bathrooms with terrible plumbing, and bathrooms that are clearly not for human use.

But today, at my very own college, I had the pleasure of discovering a bathroom that Stephen King could probably write a story about, with craziness, hallucinations, and possibly eerie time-travel.

I was innocently studying in the Library when I came across it. As I stepped into its interior, the air seemed to change, becoming flat and strange smelling. There was no sound from outside. It was as if I had entered a dead zone.

The tiles were a disgusting color. They were the color of the teeth of a habitual coffee drinker who has not discovered the wonder of  whitening trays. There was an ominous humming from the lights.

As I glanced at the stalls, I instinctively jerked my head back. They were orange. Not a natural orange. Not an industrial human-made orange. This orange was manufactured in the depths of Hades and then sent up to earth because it was too freaky for the demons to handle.

There was a giant old-fashioned NO SMOKING sign. And, it what appears to have been a half-hearted attempt at bringing the plumbing into this century, there were two different styles of sinks. One of the sinks had one of those mirrors that opens out into a medicine drawer above it. The mirror was slightly open, and I was afraid to open it all the way.

After washing my hands, I turned to the paper towel dispenser. There were no paper towels. There were, however, several rolls of toilet paper shoved into the paper towel dispenser. I do not know how they got there.

I left the bathroom with a sense of having escaped something inexplicable. The atmosphere returned to normal the second I left.

I am never ever going in there again. It was CREEPY!

ModernHelen

Ps: A shout out to my parents for being awesome enough to read and enjoy my blog. You are very special parents, and I am very lucky that all of your specialness rubbed off on me, making  me extra-super special.