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Terror in the toliet

I have had my nephews at my house for weeks and am thankful for the blessing of their existence. Especially when I have stopped having uninvited visitors like the shadow in my doorway. I have been settling into baby motherhood again and relearning what it is like to have a one and two year old in the house. I have to say I miss my sister terribly and hope to see her soon. I know she misses us as well.

As life quiets down from the frenzy of the move-in I lost all thoughts of problems from the other world or any scary encounters that weren't generated on purpose by book or movie. This proved to be stupid on my part. I will set my scary tale at Walmart around two in the afternoon. Now this doesn't sound like the beginning of a scary tale and I didn't think it would be but it was and of all places the restroom in the back of the store.

I was shopping with my husband and nephews for diapers and whatnot's when the urge hit me and I excused myself to the privacy of the restroom at the back of the store. I walked into a clean and very empty restroom and choose a stall dead center. I sat down doing my business and started thinking about the list of stuff I had to get and tried to ingrain in my head not to forget to get wipes for the baby. As I sat there multitasking I heard someone come in.

The slow shuffle of feet seemed endless as it entered the room. I really didn't pay any attention to it until the shuffling was unusually long. It seemed this person had been walking forever and very slow. I curiously bent over to see if I could see any shoes and saw two yellow and pink house slippers shuffling slowly towards my door. Then they stopped in front of my stall. I sat there quiet not knowing what to do. Was this person really going to try to enter the one occupied stall in the restroom? It seemed like forever but then the lights in the restroom flickered and finally turned off. I was frozen on the toilet.

There I was, my panties around my ankles and midstream when this all happened. I felt vulnerable and scared. I know I shouldn't have been scared. I was at a Walmart, two in the afternoon with my husband in the building but at that moment I was alone in a stall, half naked with my ass hanging down a toilet seat. I fumbled in the dark looking for the toilet paper when the lights flickered on. I felt some sort of relief when but then I realized the shoes have not moved.

I have never wiped so fast before in my life. I pulled up my panties and shorts up and forced a flush from the no touch toilet. I stood there knowing that this person was still outside my stall. The lights flickered again but stayed on this time. I decided to just open the door and get the hell out of Dodge. I opened the door quickly expecting to see someone directly in front of me. There was no one there. I looked over to the left towards the door and saw no one. I turned and was startled by the shuffler standing next to me on my right, looking at me.

It was an elderly woman with white, wired hair and cataracts forming over her eyes. The milky film masking any color in her eyes made her seem unreal and scary.  I forced a smile and asked if I could help her, she didn't answer me at all. She just stood there. I offered her help again but she stayed silent. The awkward situation left me wondering what polite protocol what in order. I walked over to the sink and washed my hands as quickly as I could. All the time I was washing my hands she stood there not moving or speaking. I know it was wrong of me but I was very uncomfortable and left as fast as I could. 

On the way out I ran into a friendly Walmart  worker and told her about the lady in the restroom that could possibly need some help. I walked quickly to the baby section and tried to shake off the odd situation that just happened in the restroom. I know this wasn't some supernatural story but it is a true story and from here on out I will be using the restrooms at the front of the store instead.

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