The Haunted Urinal's Urine of Unrelenting Fright

In the heart of the bustling city, there was a small, dimly lit bar known for its quirky patrons and peculiar ambiance. The bar's most notorious feature was a single urinal, shrouded in a veil of superstition and whispered legends. It was said that the urinal was haunted by the ghost of a man who met a tragic end in the very same place.

One fateful night, a group of friends decided to visit the bar for a night of drinks and laughter. Among them was Li, a skeptical engineer; Mei, a curious writer; and Xiao, a thrill-seeking graphic designer. They had heard the tales of the haunted urinal but dismissed them as mere folklore.

As the night wore on, the friends settled into their seats, ordering drinks and laughing. Li, ever the rationalist, challenged Xiao to a bet: if the urinal was truly haunted, Xiao would have to admit to believing in ghosts. Xiao, with a mischievous grin, accepted the bet.

The bar's owner, an elderly man named Mr. Wang, approached the group. His eyes gleamed with a mix of fear and curiosity as he spoke of the urinal's haunting. "You see, many years ago, a man named Zhang was found dead in that very urinal. His body was found with no signs of struggle, and his eyes were wide with terror. Some say it was the urine that killed him, but no one knows for sure."

Li rolled his eyes, but Mei and Xiao were intrigued. They decided to test the urinal's supposed haunting. Mei, the writer, took out her notebook and pen, ready to document any supernatural occurrences. Xiao, the graphic designer, brought his camera, hoping to capture any ghostly apparitions.

As the night progressed, the friends began to feel a strange sense of unease. The bar seemed to grow quieter, and the shadows seemed to stretch longer. Mei's pen began to write on its own, and Xiao's camera lens fogged up without explanation.

The moment of truth arrived when Xiao approached the haunted urinal. He took a deep breath and turned on the tap. The urine flowed, a murky, amber liquid that seemed to shimmer with an eerie glow. As Xiao urinated, he felt a cold breeze brush against his skin, and a chill ran down his spine.

Suddenly, the room was filled with a deafening roar. The friends turned to see a ghostly figure standing before them, the specter of Zhang, the man who had met his tragic end. His eyes were wide with terror, and his mouth was agape as if he was trying to scream.

Li, caught off guard, stumbled backward. "What the hell is happening?" he shouted.

Mei's pen stopped writing, and Xiao's camera dropped to the floor. The ghostly figure of Zhang lunged at Xiao, his fingers clawing at the air. Xiao's eyes widened in terror as he tried to escape, but the figure was too fast, too strong.

In a desperate bid to save his friend, Li rushed forward, tackling Zhang to the ground. The ghost's body was surprisingly solid, and the fight was fierce. Mei, unable to watch, ran to the bar's back room, seeking help.

As the struggle ensued, the room seemed to spin around them. The friends were pushed and pulled by unseen forces, their senses overwhelmed by the terror. Li's strength began to wane, and Zhang's grip on him grew tighter.

Mei returned, her face pale and eyes wide with fear. She had found Mr. Wang, who had been hiding in the back room. Together, they managed to free Li from Zhang's grasp. But as they did, the ghostly figure vanished, leaving behind a trail of urine that continued to flow from the tap.

The friends collapsed to the ground, exhausted and trembling. The bar seemed to return to its normal state, but the air was thick with a sense of dread. They left the bar, vowing never to return, but the memory of the haunted urinal and its urine of unrelenting fright would haunt them for years to come.

In the days that followed, Li, Mei, and Xiao found themselves unable to shake the experience. They spoke of it often, each reliving the terror and the fear that had gripped them. The incident became the stuff of legend among their friends, a cautionary tale about the dangers of superstition.

The haunted urinal's urine of unrelenting fright had left an indelible mark on their lives, a chilling reminder that some things are best left untouched. And as they moved on, they couldn't help but wonder if the spirit of Zhang still lingered, waiting for his next victim.