He folded his arms and headed for the restrooms. He opened the door to the men’s room and found what seemed to be an unoccupied booth, and opened the door. Before unzipping his pants, he took a look around. There were crude writings and drawings on the door and walls to the booth, and he smiled a little. He always found stupid things like this entertaining. He examined them, and noticed a bit of a stain. He strained his eyes a little in an attempt to see this stain clearly, and quickly recognized it as blood. He gulped, and backed up. All of a sudden, he really didn’t feel the urge to go anymore. Obviously, something happened in here that he really would be better off not knowing about. He quickly walked out of the bathroom, and sighed deeply.
He began to think. It could be from something completely innocent, such as a bloody nose or someone accidentally cutting themselves. It was stupid to leave that bathroom in such a frenzy. And even if something bad did happen in there, well…at least it wasn’t happening then. He could have used another booth anyway. It really wasn’t that big of a deal when he thought about it.
But the atmosphere in that booth…it felt wrong. It felt horrible. He could feel in the air, the gentle vibrations of the oxygen that went into his lungs, that something awful had happened in that thing. It was weird. He couldn’t explain it. There was just no way he could. That booth had a disturbing aura about it.