The Bathroom Cult
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One afternoon in college, my friend and I decided to use the bathroom before heading to our four hour class. We had just finished eating lunch, and didn't have time to get back to our room to use our own bathroom, so we had to use one of the public ones.
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The Bathroom Cult

by colorbelow

One afternoon in college, my friend and I decided to use the bathroom before heading to our four hour class.

We had just finished eating lunch, and didn't have time to get back to our room to use our own bathroom, so we had to use one of the public ones.

When we first walked in, the bathroom was completely empty; no one in the stalls, and no one washing their hands.

Being the only two there, I rested my backpack and jacket on the ledge by the window outside the stall to avoid taking it in with me.

I then went into my stall with my friend in the one next to me.

After about a minute, the door opened to the bathroom, and what sounded like a group of people walked in, but they didn't enter the stalls. I finished up, and then left the stall to wash my hands.

When I walked out of my stall there was a group of four young women blocking three of the four sinks, all looking remotely the same.

All of them wearing black, had the same jacket, similar skirts, they had what appeared to be black tote bags, and same bun in their hair; the only difference were their heights.

As I apprehensively approached the sinks, I made eye contact with them through the mirror. As I got closer, they all slowly began to look at each other.

I didn't want to make a scene or start any trouble, especially with my friend still in the stall, so I casually started to wash my hands in the sink.

I started to feel my fight-or-flight kick in as if my instinct knew of something I didn't. I made sure to watch them through the corner of my eye in case they decided to pull anything.

To remind you we were in a university bathroom, this situation was very out of place.

I start to notice that two of them began to put their hands in either their pocket and bag, and then left them there as if they were holding onto something.

I felt them intensely staring at me through the mirror, but I still avoid looking at them directly.

The two with their hands in their pocket or bag look as if they are about to take them out, but just in time my friend came out of the stall.

They both look at each other, hesitate for a moment, and then take their hands out of their pocket and bag, but empty.

I turn around to switch places with my friend at the sink, and there is an unnerving silence in the bathroom as my friend and I exchange looks.

We notice that the other two in the group are discretely holding onto an odd white box of medium size.

The one handed the box quickly runs out of the bathroom, leaving the other three still with us.

While I got my stuff together, my friend left me alone with them. They began to turn to me again, but this time I was all set to leave, and ran out as someone else came into the bathroom.

I have yet to run into them after the encounter, and I would like to keep it that way.

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