The Bathroom's Ghostly Game of Hide and Seek

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The air was thick with anticipation as the group of friends stepped into the dimly lit mansion. The old, creaky floorboards groaned under their weight, and the heavy curtains swayed gently in the draft. They were here for a night of spooky fun, a traditional game of hide and seek in the eerie bathroom that had been rumored to be haunted.

"Alright, everyone, get ready!" shouted Sam, the ringleader of the group. "You have two minutes to find a hiding spot, and then it's my turn to seek!"

The friends scattered, each choosing a different part of the house to hide. The mansion was vast, with rooms that seemed to stretch on forever, and the bathroom was the perfect place for a game of hide and seek. It was small, with peeling wallpaper and a slightly damp atmosphere that added to the spookiness.

As the minutes ticked by, the friends hid in every nook and cranny they could find. There was the dusty corner behind the toilet, the dark shadow beneath the sink, and the eerie glow of the old mirror that hung on the wall. They were all giggling and whispering, enjoying the thrill of the game.

But as Sam began to seek, the mood shifted. The bathroom seemed to grow colder, and the air grew thick with an unsettling silence. Sam's footsteps echoed through the room, and the friends could hear the faint sound of their own breaths.

"Where are you?" Sam called out, her voice tinged with fear.

There was no answer, just the sound of Sam's own heart pounding in her chest. She moved to the corner behind the toilet, but there was no one there. She peeked beneath the sink, but the darkness was too deep to see anything.

"Come on, where are you?" Sam called out again.

Suddenly, the bathroom door slammed shut with a loud bang. Sam spun around, her eyes wide with terror. The bathroom was dark, and the only light came from the flickering bulb above the sink. She could feel the chill of the air pressing against her skin, and she knew that something was wrong.

"Who's there?" Sam called out, her voice trembling.

There was no response, just the sound of her own voice echoing in the empty room. She began to feel a sense of dread, a feeling that something was watching her, that something was waiting for her.

"Where are you?" she repeated, her voice growing louder.

And then, she saw it. A faint, ghostly figure standing in the corner, its face obscured by the darkness. Sam's heart stopped, and she felt her breath catch in her throat.

"Who are you?" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

The figure moved, and Sam could see its face now. It was a young girl, her eyes wide with fear, her hair disheveled. Sam could feel a chill run down her spine, a chill that was not from the cold air.

"Help me," the girl whispered, her voice barely audible.

Sam's heart raced as she moved closer to the girl. She could see that the girl's eyes were filled with terror, and she knew that she had to help her.

"Where are you from?" Sam asked, her voice trembling.

The girl looked at Sam, and then at the mirror on the wall. Sam followed her gaze, and she saw a reflection of the girl in the mirror. But the reflection was not of the girl, it was of a much older woman, her eyes filled with sorrow.