Back Bathroom

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Waking up in the middle of the night with your bladder about to burst is something I really hate. First of all, getting up sleepy at dawn sucks, second, that I'm an extremely unlucky person. What does that have to do with anything? You wonder. It may seem like a meaningless conversation, but I'm going to explain it to you in a way that will make you understand.

I live with my brothers in an old house that our grandparents left us heritage, something extremely good, because I have no money even for a tiny room, where the only space a mattress on the floor fills

completely. He was unemployed and had just come out of a troubled relationship. I didn't see any problems sharing the space with my three brothers, we got along very well (Rare thing between brothers) and we were all adults. I got the lunch and dinner part, like I was out of a job, it was the way I found it to help.

The house is spacious with five bedrooms, a kitchen, living room and a garage that can accommodate two

cars. The problem itself has always been the bathroom issue. You see, we have two bathrooms, one is in the hallway, next to my room, while the other, just at the back of the house. This means that if you were too cramped and the first bathroom was busy, you would have to go all the way around to the back, unlock one door and cross the garden to access the other. It was already boring to do this in the morning, imagine in the middle of the night, when what you want most is to fall back into morpheus' arms. Another thing I need to tell you about the second sanitary facility in the house is that it's not accommodating at all. While the former has tiles on the wall, a ceiling with white painted lining and a shower with good pressure, the second looked more like an unfinished work. Towing walls, a broken roof and a sink and shower that didn't work. The only thing there that worked was the old toilet, with its wretched noise when you flushed. Seriously, it was loud enough to get you out of sleepy mode and bring you back to reality.

I think my grandparents were planning this second bathroom, but they died before the work was

complete. In my childhood, my parents always brought my brothers and I to spend the holidays in this house and visit them, I do not remember a second toilet, maybe it was something a little recent. Grandma had died first and Grandpa could not accept his wife's departure, going into a deep state of depression. One morning, one of the employees found him lifeless when they woke him up to take his blood pressure medication.

It was supposed to be about two in the morning when I got up tight to use the bathroom and saw that my brother had arrived

first.

it! - I mumbled- I

waited a while, but the idiot was having stomach problems and it would take longer than it should. I made my way all the way to the damn back room to relieve myself. I looked for the switch to turn on the light, then I closed the door, walked to the vase and did what I had come to do. I remember looking at the ceiling, watching the tiles with cobwebs and holes made by the neighbors' cat fights. If one day, I could get good money, I could have it all straightened out, leave the place more cozy at least. I pulled the discharge rope, hearing that loud sound from hell and went towards the exit, intending to wash my hands on the garden tap, because as I said before, the sink there did not work.

Imagine my surprise when I pulled the door and it didn't

open. I hadn't locked it, and it wasn't possible, I forgot to tell you, but the only way to lock it was from the outside. I thought about the hypothesis that one of my brothers is trying to play a trick on me, those idiots liked to do that kind of thing.

- Very funny, now open the

door! - I mean, trying to get into the game. No answer. LET'S GO, LET'S GO! Open! - I raise my tone of voice again with no answers.

I start scratching my head quickly, a craze I have when I start to get

nervous. What if it hadn't been for them? That thought passed in my mind, but it couldn't be that, who could have done such a thing if not one of them? An intruder, perhaps? A thief who sneaked into the house and locked me in here so he wouldn't have to worry about one of his brothers. Hell, I thought of a lot of things, but nothing seemed to fit. Worst of all, it wouldn't do any good how much I screamed, my brothers' rooms were very far away, they couldn't hear me. The solution I found was to

try to break down that door I took impulse, you were about to put that idea into action, but before I could do it, the light flashed, leaving everything dark for about five seconds. My blood froze, a twinge on my head made me give a low groan of pain. It was all very strange, I sat on the floor, near some rubble, pieces of the wall, debris remains, possibly left by my grandfathers.

- I have to remind the others to help me clean this

up. - I whisper to myself, referring to my brothers.

Suddenly, my hand touched a piece of paper in the middle of the

mess. I was still recovering from that strange headache before it got a little worse with the turn of light. Soon, the idea of breaking down the door had stayed for later. Sitting in that corner not at all friendly, I bring the paper to my vision, seeing the letters written with a red pen. Bring the dish with a small dead animal

A

lizard or a mouse are the best options However, with the mouse, are high chances

of success No windows, this is very important Read what I sent you aloud when everything is ready You will know when it worked Remember, five times is enough Do not enter more in the room after that DO NOT ENTER Now enjoy, kill your longing.

I was completely confused, thinking that everything shouldn't really be some kind of

joke. My heart almost stopped when I turned the paper over, there was one more thing, written on the other side.

If you disobeyed and entered the room more than five times, you may have been confident that nothing happened, but when you least expect it, the door will

lock. This will happen at some point after passing the number of times. It may be as soon as you break the rule or it may take a while. If it happens, wait for the one you held in the room to manifest. He's alone, locked up, it's your fault. Beg, you might get lucky at first, and if you do, NEVER come back.

Before I could show any reaction, I hear footsteps in my

direction. I didn't want to raise my head to look at who it was, but a strange force seemed to force me to fix who was in front of me. I raise my head....It's Grandma, or at least that's what I think it was. The cheerful lady of my childhood now had a tired look, her eyes, large and wide, seemed to sink into her face, being devoured by excess skin on her aged face.

Oh, God, i'm so

sorry. I opened my mouth to talk, nothing came out, not a lousy sound. I couldn't stop shaking, my body acted willingly, i didn't obey my commands anymore. All the information took a while to get to my brain. I don't know how long I've faced her until I finally remember that word: Beg.

I was able to talk, actually, I begged.

I didn't even know that kind of thing was going on here. The entity smiled broadly, as if feeding on my suffering. No, that wasn't Grandma, it couldn't be. It was something that wore his skin, with the aim of deceiving. His distorted face and his macabre smile was the last thing I saw when the light went out for good.

It was morning, I woke up with my brothers swinging at me and shouting my

name. The door had finally been opened. They helped me up, took me to the kitchen, sat in one of the chairs and told me everything that had happened. At first, they thought I was joking, however, my pallor and the dread I had when one of them claimed to go to the bathroom, look for the piece of paper, made him believe me.

I decided to leave the house three days after this happened, i'd stay at a friend's house until I got a job, wanted to get away from that

place. I've convinced my brothers to do the same. I never came back.

Today, thinking about it, I understood that Grandpa loved Grandma, loved him enough to delude himself that he would see her again, doing some kind of ritual, locking his soul in a

room.

It's a shame, because that was never

her. Author: Tai