Trouble in the shower

Well, here’s another adventure with the paranormal I had when in undergraduate school.  It was a Saturday night, around midnight.  I was taking summer school classes and staying at the dorm in Lubbock.  I had just come back from a date.  We had seen Omen and I was scared.  The dorm on the third floor was deserted.  It  was like I was the only living and breathing being there.  My room was about midway down the dorm hall and no one, I mean, no one was about.  I guess everybody had gone home or were on really late dates or staying overnight someplace.  I called out in the darkness and it was silent.  The kind of silent that freezes the blood in your veins.  I nervously went to the public bathroom.  It was huge with toilets on one side and showers with those old fashioned shower curtains.  As I entered, the hair on the back of my neck stood out, and I heard a small noise behind a shower curtain.  I stopped and stared, my breathing hitching.  ”Hello,”  I called out softly, then gaining some courage, called out louder.  For a full minute, there was nothing.  My mind filled with visions of the Psycho shower scene.  (After watching that movie, I couldn’t shower for months)  and werewolves hiding behind the shower curtain, their sharp teeth gleaming in the moonlight, from the windows letting in much needed light.  I had forgotten to turn on the lights.  The sound, a scratching like noise, sounded again and my vision narrowed as I focused on the sound.  It was surely coming from the third shower curtain to the left.  I gulped as I took a step backward, my eyes glued to the curtain.  It was at that moment my heart speeded up, for a hand appeared around the curtain.  It was pale with long red nails, really long read nails, done really bad.  A low pitched voice began to speak, “I want to drink…”

I ran like the wind out the bathroom and to my room, which I had foolishly left the door open.  I grabbed my car keys, my heart in my throat as I ran down the hall.  Behind me, in the darkness, I could hear the pounding of footsteps.  I hit the elevator at a run and hurried inside, frantically pushing at the button.  The door closed with a click as the footsteps closed in.  I got a glimpse of something moving fast.  I ran to my car in my  KA t-shirt, men’s boxers, which I slept in, my hair in curlers, and went to spend the night with one of my girlfriends who was spending the night at her fiance’s house.  I guess I’ll never really know if it was a vampire in the shower at the dorm, or a low-voiced party girl who wanted to go out drinking, with a really bad manicure.