Hell Theater
Women's Bathroom

Creepypasta tells the story of a man who is forced to use his office's women's bathroom one night. There, he discovers something terrible that he will never forget.

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Author by: John Jennings

For the past 4 years, I worked as a video editor at a women's clothing company. As you can imagine, most of the employees are women. In fact, I'm the only 2nd man in my department. End2nya, I often get ridicule (in the sense of kidding) from my friend2. But honestly, I don't mind. But there is one drawback of my workplace. Bathroom. Oh, I'm sorry, I think I told you too soon.

A few months ago, because our workplaces were less spacious, my boss decided to move my entire department (there were 12 employees, 11 of them women, and 1 man2, among others, that's me) from our headquarters to the smaller building across the street. I am so grateful for this move. We right 2 need a wider workplace and the building across the street just happens to be empty. But unfortunately, the condition of the building was not maintained. No one rented the building for several months and the condition was severe.2. The sky2nya leaked, some even collapsed. The floor is cracked, and the bathroom is right2 dirty. But my boss spent a lot of money to renovate the building and after that, we could no longer even recognize it (in a good sense).

The change is true2 is unbelievable! We have cubicle2 for where we work with plant pots, ergonomic chairs, and we also have a roomy space where we can decorate it as we see fit. We were also given a kitchen complete with a coffee maker (branded), a blender to make juice, a water purifier, well almost everything. And girl2 was given a luxurious bathroom complete with futons and vanity mirrors (you know, which had lights2 around her frame).

What about the men's bathroom? Well, guess what because I'm the only 2 male employees there, then my bathroom is not as luxurious as them. My bathroom only contains a sink, a toilet, and a mirror. That's enough for me, considering that in this building I'm the only one using it. But the problem is that the door lock is easily damaged. When I get out of the bathroom, the door will close itself and lock from the outside. I can't get in without help from the maintenance department of the building. It doesn't happen too often, but it's enough to upset me. Because often the incident took place when the condition “darurat”, well you know what I mean.

To make things worse, the maintenance section in this building is arguably super busy, so they can only handle my complaints after a few hours or even a few days. Fortunately, my coworkers (all women) were very kind and allowed me to use the ladies' bathroom if my bathroom was locked. They say they don't mind, even a bit “terhibur” (whether that means).

The incident happened several times. I really want to be silly, but I can't lie to myself. I hate using women's toilets. It's not just because of my ego as a man2. It's not because of shame either. But because using a woman's room it feels right2 strange. Yeah, weird. It's like you feel like something's making you creep without being able to explain. When I use the ladies' bathroom, I feel like I'm not alone.

I remember vaguely the first time I was forced to use it. That day was the day that the men's bathroom key jammed since morning and I almost spent the whole day without going to the bathroom. An hour before my shift ended, I felt like my bladder was about to explode. My legs were shaking and my teeth were biting the inside of my cheeks, and my eyes were starting to water. I realized that at this point, I had only two options: use the ladies' bathroom or look for the bush2 outside. I'd rather use a ladies' bathroom, even if it's a very difficult decision to make. My co-workers (who were once all women) promised they would stand guard at the door to make sure no one came in while I used the bathroom. They also checked inside to make sure the bathroom was empty before I entered.

“Halo?” my many. There was no response.

The first thought that came to my mind was how good this bathroom was. As I mentioned above, there are futons and mirrors that can light up. I'm also surprised there's no urinal there. There is only room2. Well, it took me a while to properly2 realize I was in the ladies' bathroom. It feels weird, because all my life, every time I've been in the bathroom, I've seen urinals.

I entered a room, locked it (even though I knew no one would come in), and did. I stood there, emptied my bladder, and heard nothing but my urine flowing into the closet. It felt like the atmosphere was running for a minute until I heard another sound. The sound was like the sound of very light footsteps. Then,

“Ngiiiiik ..”

Heart stopped. It was the sound of the room beside me opening. There was someone in the bathroom besides me. Maybe that person entered without the knowledge of my colleagues outside or since the beginning he was already here and my co-workers 2 did not know it. After my shock subsided, my feelings turned to shame. Here I am, pee standing in the ladies bathroom (bottom line says “standing”), and a poor girl heard it. Maybe the girl I work with is just as shy as me. Shit, it's awward!

Somehow, without me thinking, I said, “Uuuh, sorry.” I again heard the sound of “Ngiiiik” from the sound of the door of the room swinging open and the sound of “Tuk” slow. After I finished peeing, rinsing it off, I was relieved to get out of the room. I saw my red face blushing in the mirror and decided to wash my face with water.

I also came out of the bathroom.

My coworkers swear no one gets into a woman's bathroom when I'm inside. And they assured me that the bathroom was empty when I came in. I'm not sure, but I think that I might have misheard. Perhaps it was the sound of water flowing through pipes on the walls and forgetting all that experience.

I've only used the ladies' bathroom twice that month. And every time I do, it's an excruciating experience. Every time I couldn't take it anymore, I felt paranoid, always feeling like I was invading someone else's privacy. One time, when I was washing my hands, I looked in the mirror and swore to see something move in the corner of my eye. A quick movement near one of the cubicles. Like someone (or something) quickly trying to dodge my gaze. I couldn't pinpoint exactly where the move came from, but I could swear that I was right 2 saw it at the time. And I heard a familiar voice too.

“Ngiiiiik ..” followed by sound “Tuk.”

Overall, using a girls bathroom was the most awkward experience I've ever had. But it was not a very scary experience. To this day. Damnit damnit! I'm right2 creeps if I remember. Today is the last day I use a woman's bathroom FOREVER. And I'm gonna try to get none of my coworkers to use that bathroom.

Today is not a normal day, it is a busy day2. There's so much I have to do. I was late for a meal (at this point my stomach started to feel weird). I have thousands of deadlines I need to meet. And even worse, I accidentally locked the man's bathroom from the outside. I sent an e-mail to the maintenance department and continued working all day, so I forgot about it.

I soon realized that I wouldn't be able to get home in time, especially since a project arrived2 appeared about an hour before my time home. I was a little worried about a few things. First, if I don't go home now, I won't find a parking space in my apartment block. Second, I seemed to be having a bit of a digestive problem today and felt a little uncomfortable. But I worked as fast as I could and still hope to get home on time.

And of course, the day you want to get home to the office sooner is the day that (in reality) you have to work late and come home late, even last. By 6, the last girl was home from work and I still hadn't finished my project. At 7:30, my stomach started killing me slowly. My stomach started to sound pretty loud. It doesn't say, “I'm hungry!” except “I'm pissed off and about to explode. I'll make a mess here if you don't go to the toilet!”. Well, in a word, I should use the bathroom immediately. Can't be delayed anymore.

I looked at how long it took my computer to process the final stages of my video project.45 minutes. That and plus a half-hour drive home, there was obviously no way I could wait that long. I went to the Men2 bathroom and tried to open it.

“Click!”

Well, true. Still locked and certainly the maintenance section is too busy to fix it. I peeked at the ladies' bathroom and felt nervous for a strange reason. But I ignored him and decided to go in (my stomach forced me, I had no choice).

I entered the ladies' bathroom and hurriedly went straight into the cubicle, taking off my belt as I walked. I'm not going to give too much detail here, but after 20 minutes of sitting in the closet, I started to feel horror. I started hearing footsteps. I listened carefully, wondering if I was imagining.

“Tap ... tap .. tap ...

No, I can't be wrong. I obviously2 heard the sound of footsteps. No, not footsteps. Like the sound of something crawling? My heart was pounding and my lungs were freezing when I realized where the sound was coming from.

The sound of footsteps did not come from outside.

The sound came from above me. Right from above me.

I looked up and the voice disappeared. For a moment, I heard nothing but my heart was pounding so hard that I started to feel pain.

Later,

“Ngiiiiiik ..”

It was at that moment that I realized that all this time what I had heard was not the sound of the booth being pushed open. It was the sound of the sky2 ceiling board being raised. When the ceiling board that was directly above me shifted open, I also saw it. My eyes widened and my mouth was gaping when I saw something there.

And he looked back at me.

In the sky, partly hidden in the shadows, I saw an eye. Those eyes peeked, looking right at me for a second. Then, as soon as he was seen, he disappeared. The last thing I saw was a quiet “Tuk” suata when he put the ceiling back in place.

What happened next is still very blurred in my memory. I don't remember standing up and pulling my pants. I don't remember grabbing my car keys and getting out of the building. I just remember my heartbeat beating my chest 2. My heart rate was so tight that my ribs hurt. When I got home, I tried to recall what I saw. I wonder, what will I tell my co-worker tomorrow about what I saw earlier?

It was clearly the face of a man2, but his face was not entirely human.