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With a cheeky smile you turned on the camcorder and said some hello to your pals, explaining that you will now enter the cursed bathroom, everybody's talking about. Pointing over to a male sign, everyone would see in the finished video that you went into the men's restroom.
The door creaked, as you opened it up, the dust on the floor reminding you, that you are probably one of the last few persons that had entered this building within decades. Other than that though it seemed pretty normal, your flashlight shining on the remains of what was once functional toilets and a nearby sink.
Thus far you were quite calm about the situation, perhaps even joked about it a bit on video as it was a thrilling expierience. Nothing was out of the ordinary as you walked along the dusty, ruined floor, while you took a brief look into some of the burnt down cabins.
Yet just as you wanted to go, you took a brief look into the broken mirror in the sink nearby, shrieking up terrified.
Was there... no it couldn't be!
Although you hadn't seen it directly, you were sure that someone - or rather something! - had just looked you into the eyes.
A glimpse of a shadow, distorted and yet... not your own.
It was at this point that you knew, that you wanted to leave immidiately.
A cold shiver befell your skin, as you wanted to run, yet there was also... something different within the air.
Something felt off.