The Empty Stall

I heard someone sobbing in the stall next to mine in the campus bathroom. When security opened the door, the stall was empty. Locked, silent, and impossible.

I still feel the cold tile under my slippers and the echo of that hysterical wail. It was finals week, the library a fluorescent tomb, and the crying started soft and private before escalating into a raw, terrified sound that made my skin crawl. But there was nothing - no backpack, no jacket, no sign anyone had been inside.

The memory has followed me ever since: the sudden, aggressive absence where a person had just been, and the way the room went from frantic noise to impossible quiet in a heartbeat.

I’m still not sure what I heard - an actual person, a sound carried through pipes, or something else. If you’re drawn to campus hauntings, press play and listen close.

Not for kids - listener discretion advised.

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