Tonight like any other night, it was pitch black with only a hint of wind rustling the leaves as Junior went outside in the freezing cold. He was so tired after the band practice and now he had to get up in the middle of the night to take a dump of all things. He gripped his jacket closer for warmth and grudgingly stepped deeper into the dark underbrush, towards where he thought was the secluded boys' bathroom. It might have been his imagination but he could swear that he could hear sound footfalls crunching the dirt behind him, but whenever he looked over his shoulder there was nothing there. With a paranoid feeling nagging at the back of his mind he exited the brush and headed for the mildly illuminated bathroom before him. Apon entering it, to his horror, he saw that the floor was flooded in toilet water. It seemed the toilets had all been blocked by unidentifiable objects...that was all but one. He prayed a silent thanks to the heavens then squatted down to do his business. After a few trail and errors he had finished then reached out for the toilet paper. As his fingers lightly brushed over the toilet paper, the hinges holding it up, broke off. His eyes widened in pure horror as the entire roll fell straight down onto the flooded bathroom floor, rolling out a great measure as it rolled joyfully out from under the stall door. Instantly he was left stranded in the freezing bathroom without any means of wiping his bottom. He had no intention of not wiping so he had a problem. 'Why have you forsaken me Toiletpapergoddes?' He cried out in despair. He heard light padding footfalls outside his stall door. 'Who's there?' He called out. 'I heard someone calling my name, so I came to see what the matter was.' The person standing outside his stall said in a gurgling voice. 'Uh...alright.' He said uncertainly. 'Do you have any toilet paper with you?' He asked hopefully. The person laughed. 'I've been searching my whole life, never came close. The damn things always slip from my grasp!' The person exclaimed. Junior sighed deeply. 'Then why are you here?' He asked. 'Oh...well I came to kill you but it seems you're already stuck in endless torment right here.' The person sneered. Junior fell silent, this was stupid, maybe one of the other band kids were trying play a prank on him, or something like that. 'Michael, is that you? Stop this man, it's disgusting!' He pleaded. His shoes were ice cold on his feet and he had a feeling that something else was in the stall with him. He regretted ever agreeing to go on this band camp with the other kids. He had only agreed when his girlfriend had begged him to come. The person outside the stall let out a small chuckle then walked away. 'Hey, wait! Dude!' Junior called out frantically, but the footfalls grew fainter and fainter until they all together disappeared. The sound was replaced by a deep gurgling moan. Junior tried to pinpoint the sound, only succeeding in finding that it was coming from the very toilet he was seated on. That night his terrible blood curdling screams resonated through the forest. The band kids that heard it that night couldn't care less. They thought it normal that Junior would be mad after he had failed his instrument inspection, he was probably taking it out on some unsuspecting moths that were fluttering about the dim bathroom lights. But none could guess that they would have to get up early and search for him. Even in the feeble daylight it took them about...no time at all to find the body. A pathetic crumpled little soul who had no toilet paper. He was found in the band wagon by his girlfriend, Megan. After much sarcastic crying and mourning the maestro decided to bury the poor kid then put him out of his misery, in that order. The killer was never found, since no one was even looking. Junior's instrument, the triangle, was put up for auction and was never...seen...again!
