:: Spooky Loo February 15, 2008Posted by Minci 先生 in Everyday Life.
Tags: ghost, hospital, scared, toilet
By now, I think it’s almost certain that my close friends and now you readers know that I have such an irritable bladder. Pantang penuh skit, nak kencing
merata-rata. Up to a point that Jet suggested I should learn how to self-catheterize. Erk? Kinda icky having a tube stuck up your urethra while stuck in a traffic congestion, dont you think? Therefore, because of the frequency, the toilet would be the second thing I look for after the fire exit if i were to step in a new building. In a hospital, it’s almost certain that there will be lots of toilets near the antenatal clinic or obstetrics ward. So, if you’re looking for free toilet and you dont mind the stares of glowing mothers, do drop by at the antenatal clinic yah..
Lately, I had to use the loo on the LG floor of the hospital. It’s the level of where the office is, the library, the auditorium and of course, the morgue. I didn’t give much thought to it when I used it the first time although I did notice that the loo was too quiet with an air of ‘freakiness’ to it. It was only today when I stepped into it the second time, did I feel a bit uncomfortable.
The moment I walked through the door, I had goosebumps and was greeted by the same pindrop silence. Of course, it would have been scarier if I heard noises when there wasnt a single soul in there! I chose the nearest cubicle to the door and for a while, I wasn’t sure of where to look. My imagination was starting to run wild. What if I saw something if I look up? Or if I look down? Or if I choose to shut my eyes, what would happen if I open my eyes?
I tried to trick myself (or maybe any existing spirits as well) into thinking that I’m not in fear by controlling my breathing. Not too fast, not too slow, not too deep nor too shallow. I finished my business with grace. LOL. I walked to the sink to wash my hands with slow , steady pace. I did not look into the mirror and concentrated really hard on washing my hands with the liquid soap. I was about to hum a song softly but thought better of it and kept my mouth shut. I don’t want to add that Christina Aguilera moment to heighten my suppressed ‘fight or flight’ response. Finally, I dried my hands with a tissue paper and proceeded to the door.
Then I ran with all my might down the corridor! My white coat tailing behind like some sort of cape for the lab superheroin.