Gloomy Bathroom by Ken Santiago


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SUMMARY: Next time you get up to go the the bathroom in the middle of the night, think twice.

I never enjoyed waking up in the middle of the night with a full bladder. But then again, who does? I would lay there staring at the ceiling, hoping the sensation would magically go away. But it never would. Occasionally, I would fall back asleep and make it through the entire night. However, most of the time, I would force myself to get out of my warm bed and make the trip to the bathroom. This required me to walk down the dark, cold hallway, usually in bare feet because I was too lazy to pull a pair of socks over my pale white extremities. Finally, I would make it to the small, gloomy bathroom at the end of the foyer, would lift the toilet seat, and relieve myself. Ahh, that felt good, I would whisper. Now I can get back to my warm, comfortable bed and get some sleep.

On this particular night, I woke up with my bladder more full than usual. Since I knew I had no choice in the matter, I threw my covers back and made the walk down the dark, cold hallway and into the dismal little bathroom. I lifted the toilet seat with one hand, while rubbing my sleepy eyes with the other. I forcefully released my full bladder into the bowl and realized there was no splashing sound. Instead, there was a dull, squishy sound, as if I was relieving myself into some damp mud. I looked down and saw a human head in my toilet. I immediately stopped peeing. At first, I couldn't believe it, so I rubbed my eyes some more and looked down again. It was still there, a human head staring back at me with hazy, milky dead eyes. Now the realization set in and I panicked. I ran out of the bathroom and down the hall, and dove back into my bed, where I laid shivering in fright. What in the world was going on? Whose head was in my toilet? I looked at the clock. It read 3:30 am. I didn't move. The thought of a human head in my toilet terrified me, but what could I do? I could wait till morning to go check again, or should I get up and call the police now? I didn't know what to do. I just laid there in my bed, quivering, wishing for the light of day to come. Suddenly, I heard the toilet flush.