The Disappearance of Chloe Marsh
You groan. How annoying. But, you really need to go, and the only other bathroom is upstairs. You don't know if you could make it. Swallowing your pride, you look both ways. No one's around. You approach the girl's door and knock.
"Hello?"
No answer.
"Uh, is there anyone in here?" you say loudly. You slowly push the door open. "Um, if there's someone in here, please say something. The boys' room is locked and, uh, I don't... Just, say something... I don't want things to get... awkward..."
No answer.
Looks like you have the bathroom to yourself. Oh, goodie. You walk in, hoping that no one saw you.
After taking care of your business, you wash your hands with a sigh. You still have a strange feeling in your gut about that dream you had in class. It seemed so real like you were really there in the mud.
You dry your hands and notice some graffiti on the wall. It says: RIP CHLOE MARSH.
You frown. It's certainly a sad possibility. After all, it's October now. She's been missing for five months. You grab another paper towel absentmindedly... until you notice something moving on the dispenser.
"Ah!" you gasp.
On the paper towel dispenser sits a big, black, hairy spider. It seems to be staring at you, tense. You're frozen. You've never seen a spider that big or terrifying. How in the world did it get in here!? You take a small step back. It reacts to your movement immediately. It spins and rushes along the wall. Your wide eyes follow it as it scurries across the floor into a corner blocked by the stalls. Without a thought, you follow it and see it moving up the wall towards an open window.
What do you do?
"Hello?"
No answer.
"Uh, is there anyone in here?" you say loudly. You slowly push the door open. "Um, if there's someone in here, please say something. The boys' room is locked and, uh, I don't... Just, say something... I don't want things to get... awkward..."
No answer.
Looks like you have the bathroom to yourself. Oh, goodie. You walk in, hoping that no one saw you.
After taking care of your business, you wash your hands with a sigh. You still have a strange feeling in your gut about that dream you had in class. It seemed so real like you were really there in the mud.
You dry your hands and notice some graffiti on the wall. It says: RIP CHLOE MARSH.
You frown. It's certainly a sad possibility. After all, it's October now. She's been missing for five months. You grab another paper towel absentmindedly... until you notice something moving on the dispenser.
"Ah!" you gasp.
On the paper towel dispenser sits a big, black, hairy spider. It seems to be staring at you, tense. You're frozen. You've never seen a spider that big or terrifying. How in the world did it get in here!? You take a small step back. It reacts to your movement immediately. It spins and rushes along the wall. Your wide eyes follow it as it scurries across the floor into a corner blocked by the stalls. Without a thought, you follow it and see it moving up the wall towards an open window.
What do you do?