BOO-Leah Noble

Pitch black darkness. Not a sound to be heard. 7 girls wedged into a single bathroom stall fearing what may or may not be coming right around the corner. No one moved. No one breathed. Revealing their location would be fatal. The giggles that usually cannot be contained by girls trying to be quiet were non-existent at this point; the fear was overwhelming. Footsteps were heard from just outside the open bathroom door. The sound stopped. All the girls knew their pursuer was listening for the sound of their fear filled breathing. The footsteps began again. They waited for the inevitable moment of revealment. However, the sound of rubber soles on waxed tile faded as the perpetrator continued down the hall. The girls heaved a silent sigh of relief. Suddenly a loud sucking noise rang out as water splashed onto the faces and arms of the girls. Bloodcurdling screams of terror exploded from the mouth of every girl. Surely this was the end. Once they realized no one else was in the bathroom with them, they identified the source of the noise-breaking sound. The toilet flushed. The sound of running came from around the corner as the bathroom lights flipped on. The girls had been caught.

What actually happened was someone sat on the toilet handle and ended up flushing the toilet. Oh, and this was just a game of sardines (reverse hide and go seek) in a church basement.