Toilet Paper

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Story type: Ghost
Location: Vermont, Bed and Breakfast
Source: Form Submission

In a small Bed and Breakfast, in Vermont, where I was staying on vacation, there was a legend in the midst of its innocent society. The legend was that back before the house was used as a Bed and Breakfast, there was a young man who was ferociously stabbed twelve times and was left dying in a small room where he later passed away. Later when the house became a Bed and Breakfast Inn, they made that room the girl's restroom. They say that the man's ghost haunts that room.

When I heard this legend, I didn't believe it, but all that changed on September 2, 1998.That was when I went to the bathroom latee at night. Everyone, including the staff, had long since gone to bed. Once I was in there washing my hands, I thoght it would be funny to "talk to the ghost" whom I did not believe existed. I started talking in a mocking tone, but to my horror, the ghost answered. I hadn't uttered more than five words until things started to go haywire. The toilet paper roll began unraveling itself and began spinning around at an alrming rate. The water that was coming out of the faucet sprayed across the whole bathroom as if someone had put their finger across the nozzle. As if that wasn't enoug, the pressure in the room was so great that the windows shattered into tiny shards of glass. I screamed and one of the staff members must of heard me because they came running but the second before they had looked into the bathroom, everything went back to normal in a blink. The staff member grumpily shouted at me to be quiet so late at night. I was so scared I was speechless and couldn't pexplain the strange occurences that night. The staff member led me back to my room and I tried to forget the whole thing. But a trauma like that is not easily forgotten.