This story is in the bathroom yet again. Normally there's at least one other person there when I'm showering, whether they're showering or going to the bathroom. But I was alone again on this night.
I was in the shower yet again. I was washing my hair and heard a woman wailing. Now, hearing a woman while I was in the shower wouldn't typically be odd. I live in a hall with all women and often hear them laughing or talking in the halls or in the bathroom. Even crying wouldn't be all that odd. But this wasn't like that. It wasn't sadness or pain. Well, not temporary pain, like when you stub your toe or hit your head.
This sounded like a woman who had been seriously injured and was wailing for help. She needed someone. In my mind, I saw a woman wearing blue. She had brown hair and had been stabbed in the stomach and ribs. She was bleeding fast and I only saw her briefly and began to worry. But I knew I couldn't do much because it probably wasn't a live person out there and I would go out and see nothing. But still, it was scary.
I was in the shower yet again. I was washing my hair and heard a woman wailing. Now, hearing a woman while I was in the shower wouldn't typically be odd. I live in a hall with all women and often hear them laughing or talking in the halls or in the bathroom. Even crying wouldn't be all that odd. But this wasn't like that. It wasn't sadness or pain. Well, not temporary pain, like when you stub your toe or hit your head.
This sounded like a woman who had been seriously injured and was wailing for help. She needed someone. In my mind, I saw a woman wearing blue. She had brown hair and had been stabbed in the stomach and ribs. She was bleeding fast and I only saw her briefly and began to worry. But I knew I couldn't do much because it probably wasn't a live person out there and I would go out and see nothing. But still, it was scary.
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