Tripping Bathroom

Our office bathroom is a bit weird.

Here is why…

As I came out of the bathroom one day, I fell on the tile floor really hard and scrapped my knee. It’s weird because there is nothing there to trip on.

Back at the resting room, two of my co-workers helped me clean my bleeding knee.

“Anna, are you okay?” Amy, one of my co-worker, asked me.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for asking though.” I replied weakly.

“Well you need to be more careful. You’re so clumsy. I don’t see why anyone would trip there!”

“But it’s not me that’s the problem. Kate fell in the bathroom last week. Mrs. Wilson tripped there this week. And just yesterday Emily tripped there too.”

Yes. That was what made our office bathroom weird. A lot of people fell there. And yet, there is no reason to trip there. I’d checked already. No crack or holes or anything to cause people to fall….

“Well then wouldn’t you be more careful not to trip there if you knew how much people were falling there?” Rachel, the other co-worker, asked.

Amy and Rachel laughed at me some more.


Amy’s P.O.V.

I noticed I had no right to laugh at Anna myself. A few days later, I was in the bathroom myself and when I was about to go out of my stall, I stopped for a moment and looked down and saw nothing there.

“I can’t believe everyone is tripping here.” I laughed by myself.

But as I stepped out of my stall, I fell.

I cursed under my breath. I didn’t get it. There was nothing there, and yet it felt like I tripped on something.

Back at the resting room, Rachel and Anna laughed at me.

“Hmm. Now who’s the one that’s clumsy?” Anna mocked me with a grin.

“Haha. Very funny. But seriously, Anna. When you fell there a few days ago, didn’t you feel like you tripped over something?”

Anna thought for a moment, but shook her head. “What do you mean?”

“There’s nothing there, but it still felt like there was something at the door.”

Anna and Rachel just laughed at me some more and didn’t take me seriosly.

I shrugged and decided to ignore that event and move on.


Rachel’s P.O.V.

I had the right to laugh at my co-workers because I had the confidence not to fall there like all the other girls.

I walked to the women’s bathroom, and just stared at the ground. Four pair of blood-shot eyes stared back at me.

I had the confidence I won’t fall there because I’m the only one that can see the four bloody, dead women lying down in front of the stalls, waiting for the next victim to trip.