It Ain’t a Horror Story without Empty Public R…

“Warning: anti-climactic

So when I was a kid (age 6), my family and I went to church every Sunday. During service one day, I decided I had to use the bathroom, so I left to go upstairs where the restrooms were. It was incredibly quiet, since no one was in this part of the building but me.

The bathroom stalls were odd. In order to close the door, you had to pull on it and wedge it between the frame. It wasn’t difficult to do, I just thought it was weird.I don’t know if it was the angle or the way they were built, but the doors were always shut, whether someone was in the stall or not. Even if you left one open, it would slowly swing closed by itself.

I bent down to look under the first stall and saw no feet, so I chose that one. While I was finishing up in there, I started hearing a woman humming. I paused and listened because I was sure no one else was in there, but didn’t understand how I would hear her from outside the room either. It didn’t even sound like an actual song or tune. It sounded like cut off pieces of different songs, or like someone who seriously didn’t know what music really sounded like. At that point, I was thinking she must have entered the bathroom right after me and I hadn’t noticed. It seemed she was in the stall next to mine. I thought it was weird, but continued what I was doing. The humming stopped and I figured she left. As I buttoned my pants, I heard the humming again. Confused, I stopped and listened. She hadn’t left? I looked under the stall to try to see her shoes. Sometimes I could tell who people were based on their shoes. There were no feet next to my stall or next to that one. This restroom only had three, by the way. It was small.

I thought she was in front of the sinks. I left my stall to find no one in front of the sinks. The humming stopped. I crouched down to look under all three stalls. Nothing. I was washing my hands when I heard it again, and it was definitely coming from one of the stalls. I dried off and glanced outside the restroom to see if someone was in the hall. No one, and I could hear the priest in the other room speaking. Whatever I was hearing was not coming from the service.

I stepped back inside the restroom and glanced around, trying to figure out where it was coming from. The humming had stopped again, but it was really bothering me that I couldn’t understand what was happening. I also wasn’t in a hurry to get back to the service, honestly. I stood in silence, and after a minute or two, the humming resumed. I crouched down and looked under the stalls again only to find nothing.

I approached the first stall, the one I had been in, and pushed the door open. It became quiet again. There was no one, but that was expected. The second one I was scared to inspect, but my curiosity was strong. I forced myself to open the second door and found nothing. My fear intensified at the thought of opening the third door, so I stood in front of it for a moment. I quickly pushed it open and skittered away from it, even though there was nothing there either.

I pressed myself against the far wall, panting and staring in confusion. There was absolutely nothing here. Maybe I had been imagining it because I was bored?

I heard the humming again, louder. It sounded like it was coming from the middle stall. I stood still and waited for it to stop, but this time it didn’t. I grew anxious enough to run out of there and get back to the service. I didn’t use that restroom for two years after that, and then when I did, I always chose a time when lots of other people were in there so I wouldn’t be left alone.

So yeah, maybe a bit uneventful, but as a coward and a 6 year old, I was scared. Thinking about it still gives me an eerie feeling, but I doubt it was really anything sinister, paranormal or not.”

By: @prayforlawnchairs