There are places where innocence and optimism go to die. People enter knowing that they won’t ever be the same when and if they can make it out. In all of history and in every war, these places have been deemed as landmarks so we never forget the lessons that can be learned. One such landmark that every man across the globe has visited and chosen to suppress their memories of once reaching adulthood is the boys’ high school bathroom.
Piss stains on a disturbingly wet floor. Toilets clogged from rancid turds. Used toilet paper littered around porcelain buckets. Weird substances in sinks. The list could go on about every single disgusting feature of a high school boys’ bathroom, yet it is still used no matter what. Filled to the brim with desperate users about to piss their pants whenever there is a break. Or, at least that is usually the case, except for one known exception at North Tron High School on the second floor of the Science building.
Notorious for its haunting mirror, few have dared to enter the confines of this bathroom. Even the janitor avoids cleaning it. Any student who chose to ignore these warnings has always left screaming in terror. One student once claimed that the mirror tried to eat them. This caused a fair amount of uncertainty and fear among the students at North Tron High School, and unanimously, the student body, and the staff, elected to stay clear of this particular bathroom.
Leaving it empty day after day. The automatic lights never switched on from the opening of its door. Dust collected and webs formed, but due to the absence of high school boys, it was the nicest bathroom on campus. Even its smell was pleasant in comparison. If not for the foreboding mirror, this bathroom would have the tranquility to it no other boys’ high school bathroom has ever experienced before.
The existence of this bathroom would from now on be a place marked with mystery and uncertainty on the same level as Stonehenge or the Egyptian Pyramids. A place where no student will ever enter aga—
PHWAAT!!!!!
The bathroom door swings open with frightening velocity. A male student, named Amgis Elam, barges in with a hand on his stomach and hunches over.
“Crap! Crap! Crap! Why’d all the other bathrooms have to be full right now?!”
He strides toward the larger stall. But his reflection stares at him in the mirror over the sinks. Not at all mimicking his movements in the perfect manner that mirrors are supposed to do. Just like any scene from horror movies featuring a demonic soul living in a mirror.
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“Hey!” The reflection says to Amgis as he opens the stall door.
He freezes.
“What’s your name?” the reflection continues.
Amgis, another victim of high school trauma, races out of the bathroom. Pushing the door with greater determination than when he entered a moment ago. Causing the old dust to sway around the bathroom from the door shutting. Allowing it to reach its typical calm environment, unlike any high school boy’s bathroom in the history of the worl—
PHWAAT!!!!!
“Crap! I don’t care if I get eaten! I’m being eaten from the inside already!”
The same male student, Amgis Elam, comes barreling in again. Except, now he is holding his backpack in front of his face. Shielding himself from the view of the mirror over the sink. His reflection, however, was once again staring at him making his way toward the stall.
“Hey! You’re back. No one has ever come back. Can you tell me your—”
Amgis entered the stall, out of view from the mirror. The stall door slams, its lock turns, a zipper unzips, his pants flop down, and then an explosion occurs. If anyone else was in the bathroom, they would’ve thought a bomb went off. And the smell. THE SMELL! Its potency was off the charts. The hairs in one’s nose would singe from a single sniff. Even the bathroom tile seemed to warp from the overwhelming stench. He is fighting a war against his own bowels.
Minutes ensued with unholy sounds blasting from that corner bathroom stall. Students walking through the hall near the bathroom could hear it, and in a matter of seconds, the hall was deserted. No one dared to peek inside for their own sanity. Later, this event would be deemed “Hell’s Cries.” Then, it finally ended with no winner declared.
Amgis began his recuperating cycle after what has just transpired. Relief finding itself amongst the other feelings he is currently enduring. If he hadn’t gotten to a toilet when he did, who knows what would have happened to his reputation? He didn’t want to be known as the guy who crapped his pants for the rest of his high school career. Especially not by her.
After catching his breath, he flushes the toilet and gathers his backpack he threw to the ground upon entering the stall.
“I guess I shouldn’t have eaten the yogurt and pizza they served at lunch today,” he mumbles to himself. “Oh well, at least I was able to get it all out before next period.”
He unlocks the stall door and walks toward the mirror to wash his hands.
“Are you good?” his reflection asks before he could reach the sink.
Having just gone through a traumatic ordeal, he had forgotten about the creepy mirror in this bathroom. He had been so desperate for a toilet that his reflection talking to him became a secondary concern. However, now that the first concern is out of the way, the shock finally hit him.
He stumbles back into the wall behind him and screams a sincere plea, “Please don’t eat me! I just want to wash my hands, and I’ll be on my way!”