Thread:Enddayss/@comment-26863232-20190219024349/@comment-26863232-20190219031026

You begin to panic.

But then, the stall next to you slowly begins to open.

A slow, eerie, spine-chilling creak.

And then the head of a baby-blue and purple raccoon shyly peeks out of the stall.

"U-Um, I think you're in the wr-wrong bathroon, sir...." she muttered quietly.