Stay With Me

A lady was jogging in the park of St. Creek Street and had the urge to urinate. She saw a young girl sitting alone reading a book in a wooden bench.

Lady: Excuse me where is the restroom?

Girl: Just go staright ahead you’ll find it.

Lady: Oh there it is, thank you. I must be quick, it is almost dark.

5 minutes later . . .

Lady: That felt good. I better go now.

When she wanted to open the door to get out from the toilet, it was locked.

Lady: What’s wrong with this door? Someone please open the door! I can’t open it!

She was knocking and slamming the door till someone came and open the door for her.

Lady: Fuh~ Gosh thank you. I thought no one’s out there. Glad that you’re still here. Thank you.

Girl: No problem.

Girl: Have you ever heard a story of a girl died in a toilet in the park of St. Creek street? Rumours said that the girl was bullied by a group of meangirls and locked her inside the toilet. The girl kept crying for help but they ignored her plead and instead laugh out loud. The girl was known to have asthma, when she was quiet the girls started kicking the door to provoke her but there was no answer. They unlocked the door and saw the girl died in horror. She looked as if she was choking her self with her two hand gripping her own neck and the pills were dropped from her hand. She died of shocked and difficulty of breathing. The girls were shrieking in horror and left the dead girl body lied helplessly in the toilet. Her body was only found two days after she was dead when an elderly couple wanted to use the restroom. Since then no one dares to use the toilet, especially at night.

Lady: Ahhh . . . I think I should go now. I’m already late.

Girl: You won’t go anywhere. Not until you replace me here. (GRAHHHHH!!!!!)