Real Encounters

*Creepy Old Lady In the Bathroom*

So I've lurked on this page for a while, and I finally decided to share a pretty terrifying experience that happened to me seven years back, when I was 14. I used to live in a pretty shitty area, and went to a bad high school too, so every place my friends and I used to hang out was pretty seedy. There were gangs, the occasional drive by shooting, all that kind of stuff. We were all used to it though, and since we pretty much avoided that kind of scene, we weren't targets for any violence and were allowed to go wherever as long as we stuck together in a pack of three or more.

Anyway, my friends and I made plans to go to the movies like we often did on weekends. It was a few hours out of the house, fun, relatively cheap, and we got snacks too. So we did this pretty frequently.

We often went to this one shady movie theater that was literally on the outskirts of town, was barely in business, and had horrible staff mostly because they'd let us into whatever movies we wanted, regardless of rating. So it was me and about five other people, and once we got there we stocked up on snacks, soda, and candy. Before long, I had to pee really, really badly, but my friends wouldn't accompany me to the bathroom, so I decided to go alone.

The movie theater was really, really shitty. The floors were covered in trash and there was maybe one employee working at the moment as far as I could see. The employee was also obviously there because their parents were forcing them to- hardly over sixteen, probably, bored looking, and busy listening to her mp3 player and texting on her LG Chocolate (remember when those were popular? lmao).

I walked into the corridor that led to the bathrooms, and entered the girl's bathroom.

At first I thought it was empty, which made me both relieved and creeped out. Relieved, because I was an awkward child who hated acknowledging people. Creeped out, because it was a pretty big, dirty bathroom that echoed and you always felt like someone was watching you.

There were about six stalls. In the first section of the bathroom was your standard mirror-and-sink combo, and then there was a turn, and you had two sets of three stalls, facing each other. I entered the very closest to the door so I could get the hell out of there as soon as I was done peeing, but I found that the toilet was COVERED in faeces and what appeared to be period blood. The next toilet was absolutely encrusted in dirt, and the third (and farthest inward) was the cleanest. I stepped inside and started doing my business.

That was when I heard the giggling. Low, steady, batshit insane giggling. I froze. I wasn't sure where it was coming from, but my blood literally felt like it had turned to ice. The giggling was slowly growing louder, more to a sort of cackle now, and I was freaked the FUCK out. I had no idea what to do, so I sat there when I should have ran. The door across from mine clicked open, and I saw a pair of shoes shuffling over. I prayed silently they would ignore me and continue to the door, but they didn't.

They literally walked over to my door, slowly and purposefully menacingly, and stopped so that whoever belonged to those feet was facing my door head-on, probably with their nose touching the door. More laughing. I thought for a moment I'd throw up.

I looked at the shoes. For a second I felt relieved, because they were Mary Jane type shoes over a pair of white socks, and I thought maybe it was a little kid. But when I noticed the size-easily an adult's size- I felt my stomach sink. The laughter also was deranged, and didn't sound like a little kids'. I was paralyzed in terror.

The person began scratching on the door, laughing hysterically, and I wiped myself and lifted my knees to my chest, staring at the shoes. They started getting onto their knees, and I felt full-fledged panic. They were going to try to crawl under the stall. On the floor I saw a little frilly pink dress, about knee length, and a flash of long, greasy gray hair. Then, a hand reached under the stall.

I was breathing heavy and crying at this point, unsure of what to do, since I was pretty much trapped. I texted my friends a bunch of times begging for them to come and help me, but I assumed their phones were off, since I also tried calling them and nothing happened. The hands were long, veiny, and literally covered in burn scars and long, shiny cuts that had obviously been stitched in a botched job. In a stroke of bravery, I stuck out my foot and stomped the SHIT out of one of their hands. I was wearing a pair of clunky boots that used to be popular, so it must have really hurt. Their hands retreated from under the stall, and all I could hear was muttering.

I wasn't sure what to do at this point so I just stood there, waiting. Then, suddenly, in a COMPLETELY sober, sane-sounding voice, this creepy ass old-lady voice just said, "Open the fucking door."

I screamed at the top of my lungs, and she literally started saying the creepiest shit, no longer weird or crazy sounding. Eventually, I heard the bathroom door open, and she immediately stopped and retreated back to what I assumed to be a bathroom stall. When I exited the stall, I saw the young girl who was working at the front desk, looking concerned.

At this point I'd been in the bathroom for maybe 15 minutes. She told me she heard screaming, and I rushed her out of the bathroom before I could tell her what had happened.

She was thoroughly freaked out, and went into the back room for a minute, where she was getting her manager, I assumed. Another young-looking guy (but slightly older) came out and went into the girl's bathroom, knocking on the walls and announcing that whoever was there would need to leave. Upon investigating further, he found all the stalls were empty, so we assumed that when I'd went with the girl to go get her manager, whoever was harassing me escaped the bathroom.

It was pretty traumatic, and when I went back to my friends, they were concerned about where I'd been. After I told them what happened, we left without finishing the movie.

We never went to that theater again. My parents wanted to contact the police, but I didn't, so that never happened. To this day, when I go to a movie theater bathroom, I force one of my friends to accompany me to the bathroom.

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That creepy picture of the grandma scares the hell outta me when she started to smile at me lol. (Didnt realized it was a gif at first) There goes my sleep for tonight..