by Marc Carver
As I sat in the toilet,
someone came in once maybe twice.
They walked up to the only cubicle and tried the door.
I rustled the two day old paper to let them know that it was taken
then they started to whisper,
"This toilet is haunted. This toilet is haunted."
"I don't think so."
I said.
They left but I stayed.
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