Driving up the coast road, I stop at a gas station. I buy a Yoo-Hoo and some Twinkies for the
road. The nondescript man behind the
counter says the restroom is out back.
Pushing the creaky door open reveals
a dimly lit grimy bathroom. I head to
the urinal straight ahead. Looking left,
I see a crimson puddle oozing from under the back stall door. “Is that blood?” I
say out loud. “Is anyone there?” I hear
some whimpering, so I open the door. I freeze at the sight as a hand violently
pulls me through a portal of darkness.