Emily and her Spirit

The Haunted Toilet

As a new homeowner, John was thrilled to move into his new house. The property had been empty for years, but he had managed to get it at a bargain price. Despite the fact that it needed some work, he had already begun the renovation process. The only thing he hadn't touched yet was the old bathroom on the second floor. The bathroom looked like it had been untouched for years, and the previous owners had left behind an old claw-foot tub and an antique toilet that looked like it belonged in a museum.

One day, while John was working in the bathroom, he heard a strange noise coming from the toilet. It was a gurgling sound as if something was trying to escape from the bowl. He ignored it at first, thinking it was just a plumbing issue, but the sound grew louder and more persistent. Finally, he decided to investigate.

As he approached the toilet, he noticed that the water in the bowl was black and murky. Suddenly, he heard a voice whisper his name. "John," the voice said. "John, help me."

Startled, John looked around, but there was no one there. He turned back to the toilet, and that's when he saw her - a ghostly figure sitting on the lid. She was a young girl, no more than twelve years old, with long brown hair and a pale face.

"Who are you?" John asked, his heart racing.

The girl didn't answer. Instead, she simply pointed down into the bowl. John looked down, and he saw something that made his blood run cold - a pair of hands, reaching up from the water.

He tried to run, but his legs wouldn't move. He was frozen in place, staring at the ghostly hands. Suddenly, they grabbed onto his ankles, pulling him towards the toilet. He screamed, but the sound was muffled by the water as he was dragged under.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a different place. He was no longer in the bathroom but in a dark, damp cellar. He could hear the sound of water dripping and the faint cries of a young girl. He stumbled through the darkness, calling out for help, but no one answered.

Finally, he saw a faint light in the distance. As he approached it, he realized that it was coming from a small room. Inside, he saw the ghostly figure of the young girl, sitting on a cot. Her hair was tangled and her face was streaked with tears.

"Who are you?" John asked again.

The girl looked up at him, and this time she spoke. "My name is Emily," she said. "I used to live in this house. I was trapped here by the evil spirit that haunts the bathroom. It feeds off of the fear and pain of those who enter."

John looked around, realizing that he was trapped as well. "How do we get out of here?" he asked.

Emily stood up, and John could see that she was holding something in her hand - a rusty key. "This key will unlock the door," she said. "But we have to be careful. The spirit is watching us."

Together, they crept through the darkness, following Emily's lead. They could hear the sound of something slithering in the shadows, and John felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. But Emily remained calm and focused, leading him towards the door.

When they reached it, Emily handed him the key. "Be careful," she said. "Once we open this door, there's no going back."

John took the key and unlocked the door. As he pushed it open, he saw a blinding light, and he felt himself being pulled towards it.

Suddenly, he was back in the bathroom, gasping for air. He looked around, and everything was back to normal. The toilet was just a toilet, and there was no sign of Emily or the evil spirit.

John couldn't believe what had just happened. Was it all just a hallucination? A nightmare? He didn't know, but he knew one thing for sure - he couldn't stay in that house anymore.

He packed his things and left the next day, never looking back. The house remained empty for years until a new family moved in. They didn't know about the haunted toilet, and they never experienced anything strange. But John knew the truth, and he warned his friends and family to stay far away from that cursed place.

As for Emily, her spirit still lingers in that old house. She never managed to escape, but she still watches over the living, warning them of the danger that lurks within. And as for the evil spirit that haunts the bathroom, it waits patiently for its next victim, ready to feed on its fear and pain.