Empty Stalls

Having to drop a deuce in a public restroom is a horror in itself, so imagine sitting on an icy seat trying to escape a deformed Stoorish Hobbit that lurks in your workplace, scrolling through webcomics on the socials, and then the silence is shattered by the slam of the neighboring stall door.

And your peaceful private moment is interrupted by Turdzilla.

In this final installment of my true-life ghost stories this Halloween season, we will visit the hauntings of my workplaces.

In my early twenties, before I got married and started my family, as well as before the events I described in my previous post, I worked at Burger King. After a short time, I was promoted to assistant manager, and my schedule changed from working during the day to working the closing shift three days a week and the opening shift two days a week.

During the morning shifts, before the sun rose and before any of my crew arrived, I began to notice unusual sounds different from the typical building creaks and the familiar bangs and clangs of machinery.