Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-32764586-20171228053047

Hi, I'm Tony, and I used to work at a gas station. One night, after hours graveyard shift, I was alone in the store. It was a quiet night, with not much customers or action. I was scrubbing the counter to clean it of dirt when I saw a rusty old pickup truck pull up into the parking lot. A large man exciter the vehicle and walked inside, walking to the aisles of the store. After picking up a candy bar he payed me and went to the door. Before exiting however, he had to go to the bathroom. He closed the door and I went on with my job.

I was in the middle of wiping the counter when I heard it. A loud scream from the bathroom. It was the man. I ran over to the door of the bathroom and kicked the door down. There stood the man, pants half down, standing over the toilet. I looked at the toilet and saw it was clogged. It smelled and looked bad and i threw up. I threw up into the toilet and then the toilet threw up as I looked in fear. The toilet then spoke.

"I am tired of you people crapping into my mouth. It is time to stop and I'll get my revenge!" The toilet said angrily.

The toilet ripped a pipe out of itself and impaled the man on it. Blood and guts and entrails poured out of the man's stomach and blood was everywhere on the walls. I screamed, my mouth agape, as the toilet turned around and let flows of poop and pee gush into the man's mouth. It spoke again.

"THIS IS HOW IT FEELS"

The man cried out once more as blood fell from his body. I slammed the door shut and ran out of the store as fast I could, not daring to look back at all.

I will never go back to that store again. I quit my job and found out the remains of the man were never found. Im not sure what happened that night, but I have advice for you. I don't care if it makes no sense to you. Just... Please... Listen.

If your toilet stops flushing, cancel your trip to the beach. 