Five Nights on the Toilet

Ah, finally. Sweet relief. After that questionable gas station burrito, this porcelain throne feels like the most luxurious seat in the world. You lean back, a sigh escaping your lips, and scroll through your phone. It's surprisingly quiet in here, save for the occasional drip from the faucet and the distant hum of what you assume are the building's overworked ventilation system. You glance around the surprisingly spacious men's restroom. Three stalls, two sinks, a paper towel dispenser that looks like it hasn't been refilled since the Mesozoic era, and… wait. Is that a shadow moving under the furthest stall door? And is that… giggling? This is going to be a long five nights, isn't it? You should’ve known better! Why would you use the bathroom in a pizzeria, rumored to be haunted? After they’ve hired a new animatronic? AFTER TONS OF NIGHT GUARDS HAVE DIED?! Oh boy, well good luck.