"Oh, my God! I was in the bathroom at school today minding my own business when I come out of the stall and there is a girl standing there in another stall staring at me with her pants down. That was weird enough. Then, she says, 'Sorry, I thought you were someone else.' Who on Earth did she think I was that she stood there in the stall with her pants down and the door open? Weirdo"—That is what I imagine the poor girl who saw me in the bathroom today with my pants down and the door open told her friends. Bless her heart.
But there are two sides to every story, here's mine, even though you will still probably side with the random girl who witnessed this because my story is stupid. I need to be smacked.
There is a haunted bathroom in Martin Hall. I almost always go to that bathroom because it is usually not crowded. Every once in a while you can hear strange things, like there is someone else in the bathroom with you, but there isn't. Toilets will occasionally flush by themselves. I had just had a meeting to register for Spring classes with my advisor Dr. Wiggins. She has many ghost stories from Martin Hall. One of them is about footsteps on the stairwell which is right behind her office. As I was sitting there I heard footsteps on the stairs (real ones) and thought about that story. Then, I wondered if she had ever heard anything in the haunted bathroom, which is practically right across the hall from her.
After I left her office, I went to said bathroom. It appeared like I was in there alone, and I heard no sounds. I assumed I was in there alone. So, I was all pants-down when a toilet a few stalls down flushed. I freaked out and opened the door to see if there was a closed door in the mirrors or if they were indeed all empty and open. No sooner than I open the stall door, the girl who was responsible for the flushing came out of the stall.
Like a big idiot I said, "Hi!" and she didn't respond. I spouted, "Sorry, I thought you were someone else." She didn't respond to that either. I don't know why I said it. I should have added that the someone else was a ghost, but I think I had done a good enough job of earning the crazy label already.
