“Ma’am, may I please go to the girls’ bathroom?” I asked Mrs. Krijnauw, my 6th grade teacher.
“Yes, but please hurry up”, she replied.
I nervously get up from my seat as I knew that I was taking a big risk by going to the girls’ bathroom unaccompanied by a friend.
I stand outside by the door for a few seconds as I contemplate whether or not to enter. But I can’t escape the pangs of my bladder.
Besides, there’s nothing to be afraid of.
I pretty sure all the stories I’ve been hearing of girls being attacked by the ghost named Pinky Pinky are all lies. The schoolgirls say that Pinky Pinky is a hermaphrodite ghost that lives in the girls’ bathroom. They claim that it attacks little girls who are by themselves in the bathroom, with special preference for those that wear pink underwear.
I don’t believe any of this, but just to be on the safe side, I begin to sing a gospel song to ward off any bad spirits that could be hiding in one of the cubicles.
*opens bathroom door and walks in*
See, nothing’s wrong. Let me quickly use the toilet and get outta here.
Someone’s humming a tune that I can’t clearly hear. It’s very soft and faint, which is weird because I didn’t see anyone in any of the cubicles.
I’m not feeling very comfortable. The tune sounds eerie, and it’s giving me goose bumps. I’m starting to feel a bit dizzy. Maybe my body is in shock because I needed to pee so badly.
The humming is getting louder, and it sounds like an echo of a woman singing. The sound is hypnotizing, like a lullaby and I’m starting to feel sleepy. I can’t exactly hear the words of the song, but it sounds like the singer is trying to tell me something.
Out of the humming, I begin to hear the words, “hello little girl. Welcome to my world”.
I then start to see a shadow; a weirdly-figured body with arms that waved gently as if being pushed by a breeze. My heart starts to beat so fast that I begin to feel nauseous.
Walking out of the cubicle is so difficult because my legs are numb from fear. I eventually make it out and lean on the basin for balance. All I hear is my heart’s loud thump as adrenaline surges through my body, urging me to run.
Suddenly, a pale, wrinkled hand reaches out from behind me. The bathroom then becomes stuffy as the thing begins to speak. “Now that I’ve introduced myself, would you like to play with me?”
I let out a deafening shriek and run towards the door.
I don’t stop running and screaming until I get to my class, and in a panic, Mrs. Krijnauw asks me what’s wrong.
“It’s Pinky Pinky,” I reply while crying uncontrollably.
*image from themuse.jezebel.com.