Story 85
Midnight Trip to the Toilet
This is a story from when I was a child.
During summer vacation, I went to stay alone at my grandmotherâs house.
During the day, everything was fine.
But in the evening, I noticed that the bathroom light wouldnât turn onâthe bulb had burned out.
It would have been ideal if there had been a spare, but unfortunately there wasnât. And since it was a countryside house, we couldnât go buy one immediately. So I spent the night without electricity.
To help me, my grandmother had placed a flashlight by the bathroom door, knowing Iâd likely need to go in the middle of the night.
As expected, I woke up in the middle of the night needing to use the bathroom.
I walked down the dim hallway, with only a small night light at my feet, terrified of the darkness, and finally reached the bathroom.
I picked up the flashlight, slowly opened the door, quickly did my business, washed my hands at the sink beside the toilet, and prepared to leave.
Because I was scared, I opened the door very slowly.
It was only open about three centimeters when I peeked outside with just my right eye.
And thenâilluminated by the faint hallway lightâa dark, male face appeared right in front of mine.
I realized his left eye and my right eye were staring directly at each other.
I was so terrified that I couldnât even speak.
âW-wrongâŠâ
The man muttered in a low, growling voice, and in that instant, my consciousness faded.
The next morning, my grandmother found me collapsed inside the bathroom and called an ambulance.
I was said to have severe heatstroke and had to stay in the hospital for several days.
But honestly, I donât think it was just heatstroke.
I believe it was because I saw that manâs face.
Since then, even though Iâve visited my grandmotherâs house, I never went to the bathroom at nightâand I never saw that manâs face again.
Also⊠he said, âNo, wrong.â But I wonder⊠what was wrong?
