Prepare to have nightmares

Night had fallen as we pulled up to some grubby Californian beach; we just wanted to walk around after we had dinner. I tend to drink a lot of water. So, while the rest of the family walked along in the sand, I searched for a Necessary, if you know what I mean. I found one, and being females, all my sisters decided to come too. I mean, why not? We got in there, a nasty public toilet on a nasty beach. I guess I was the only one desperate enough to actually go.

But go I must. I get in the stall and lock the door. This was pretty difficult. I didn't have time to analyze that bit of information, so I let it slide. As I’m getting ready, to… you know, I get this weird feeling. The sort of confused/terrified feeling you get when you really can’t even comprehend when something truly terrible is going on. The brain may feel that’s a bad sign. The bladder, however, could care less. It’s at that moment when I see out of the corner of my eye a lump of blankets…and…clothes? But that is not all. Oh no. There is a man in that lump of blankets and clothes. A dirty man with a dirty beard asleep in the women’s rest room on some grimy beach in California.
Where I was trying to go to the bathroom.

I think I screamed, I don’t really remember, but my pants were magically up and I was frantically trying to jimmy the door open. Remember when I said the lock was hard to close?? That was probably because it was so rusty, when I shoved the thing in there they fused together for time and all eternity. There was nothing I could do to get that thing open. Meanwhile, my sisters were laughing and asking what was going on. Again, I’m not sure what I was vocalizing here, but I was basically having a panic attack trying to get out of my little stall. I don’t think I was coherent, but they just laughed and told me to crawl under the door. What they didn’t realize was, there was a sleeping hobo RIGHT next to me! I breathed, for one loooooooooong second and looked down at the ground.
I know they’re right.
It’s the only way out.
And of course, it’s the most disgusting bathroom floor I’ve ever seen in my life. Folded in half, I try to balance my entire upper body on the tips of my fingers, my behind high in the air as I begin "The Escape."

As I try to slink under the door, my eyes are on the sleeping hobo the entire time, just in case he tries to attack. I moved slowly. No. Sudden. Movements.When all of the sudden his eyes SHOOT open!

We stare at each other. Who was in more shock? No one could tell. An eternity passed by as I gazed in his bright blue eyes. Wait. "What the heck?! I gotta get outta here!!!" I inwardly screamed. Then, I bursted out of the stall like magic!

With the adrenaline rush of a thousand frights I booked it, leaving that nasty place and its grubby resident, never to return again.

THE END.