It was getting close to dinner time and the whole family was hungry, so we all decided to pile into the van and head out to our local Oriental restaurant. We were immediately escorted towards our table and proceeded to call out our favorite drinks to the waitress. I stood up, realizing we were the only ones there. I didn't think much of it, but it was odd because there were usually a lot of people there.
As I walked over the buffet section I started to feel awfully sick, but I continued.I threw rice, chicken and shrimp onto my plate. Pretty much everything in sight that I liked, so I could bolt to the restroom.
When I came back to the table, I told my family I was going to the restroom real quick. When I get there I flung the door open, sat down, as I had the worst stomach pains I've ever had in my life. About ten minutes pass, and I hear the door of the restroom creak open. Noticing no stall doors open, I peeked out and stuck my head out from under door, but I didn't see anything, so I figured it must have been some one cleaning or leaving, but then I remembered the stall next to me was open. I tried to look between the crack of the door and noticed something near the door, like someone or something was just standing there.
I was a kid and pretty much everything scared me and I always got nervous.But I tried to keep my cool and pretend that I didn’t see anything. Suddenly I heard a weird scratch noise, followed by a grunt.The next thing made me freeze in time. The person had a knife, not a kitchen knife, but a long butcher looking knife like a machete.
My mind was racing. What do I do? I was so scared, I couldn't think. I looked again and he was gone. I started to question myself. Did I actually see someone there? Or was I just being paranoid? I was a kid that watched a lot of horror movies.
Suddenly I heard whispers and strange sounds, so I got up slowly so I wouldn’t give up my position. Ive now been in the bathroom for about forty minutes, terrified.
I peeked through the crack once again, and see a man in full black, wielding a freaking machete. I look under the stall, seeing only one pair of legs.I pull my head back up,for that split second I saw the man peeking through the crack. He was shaking his head as if he was mad, and breathing very slowly. I felt like I was already dead.I was so frightened I nearly passed out.
He moved away from the door, and I heard the restroom door open. This was my only chance.
"I have to go,” I said to myself.
As I ran out, another man walked in. I didn't dare to look behind to see what was happening, I just ran! I saw my family as I rushed towards them. It felt like my heart was going a million miles per hour. I sat down and looked at my food that had gone cold. My parents were just waiting for my little brother to finish his ice cream. I stared at the restroom for the rest of the time. It didn't open once. Whoever was in there stayed in there. To this day I wonder what would've happened to me if I had stayed there any longer.
As I walked over the buffet section I started to feel awfully sick, but I continued.I threw rice, chicken and shrimp onto my plate. Pretty much everything in sight that I liked, so I could bolt to the restroom.
When I came back to the table, I told my family I was going to the restroom real quick. When I get there I flung the door open, sat down, as I had the worst stomach pains I've ever had in my life. About ten minutes pass, and I hear the door of the restroom creak open. Noticing no stall doors open, I peeked out and stuck my head out from under door, but I didn't see anything, so I figured it must have been some one cleaning or leaving, but then I remembered the stall next to me was open. I tried to look between the crack of the door and noticed something near the door, like someone or something was just standing there.
I was a kid and pretty much everything scared me and I always got nervous.But I tried to keep my cool and pretend that I didn’t see anything. Suddenly I heard a weird scratch noise, followed by a grunt.The next thing made me freeze in time. The person had a knife, not a kitchen knife, but a long butcher looking knife like a machete.
My mind was racing. What do I do? I was so scared, I couldn't think. I looked again and he was gone. I started to question myself. Did I actually see someone there? Or was I just being paranoid? I was a kid that watched a lot of horror movies.
Suddenly I heard whispers and strange sounds, so I got up slowly so I wouldn’t give up my position. Ive now been in the bathroom for about forty minutes, terrified.
I peeked through the crack once again, and see a man in full black, wielding a freaking machete. I look under the stall, seeing only one pair of legs.I pull my head back up,for that split second I saw the man peeking through the crack. He was shaking his head as if he was mad, and breathing very slowly. I felt like I was already dead.I was so frightened I nearly passed out.
He moved away from the door, and I heard the restroom door open. This was my only chance.
"I have to go,” I said to myself.
As I ran out, another man walked in. I didn't dare to look behind to see what was happening, I just ran! I saw my family as I rushed towards them. It felt like my heart was going a million miles per hour. I sat down and looked at my food that had gone cold. My parents were just waiting for my little brother to finish his ice cream. I stared at the restroom for the rest of the time. It didn't open once. Whoever was in there stayed in there. To this day I wonder what would've happened to me if I had stayed there any longer.