There’s a stall in the basement restroom of my office building that I swear is haunted. It always sounds like there is someone in that last stall, rattling the toilet paper dispenser or shifting around on the toilet seat, even when you know for a fact that you are in the restroom alone.
Write a story about the haunted restroom stall and share your story in the comments below (or on your blog with a link to the post below.)
