The Haunting of the Urinal: A Soldier's Unsettling Encounter

In the heart of a remote military base, nestled among the dense foliage of the Pacific Northwest, there stood a solitary urinal, its presence as out of place as the soldiers who used it. The urinal was an anomaly, a relic from an older, abandoned building that had been repurposed for the base's needs. It was a place of solitude, a place where soldiers could retreat from the rigors of training and the loneliness of camp life. But for one soldier, it became a place of dread and unrelenting terror.

Corporal Jameson "Jimmy" O'Reilly was a man of few words, a soldier who preferred the quiet of the night to the chaos of the day. His assignment was to maintain the base's facilities, a duty that often took him to the old building where the urinal stood. It was a place he avoided whenever possible, but his work required him to be there.

One rainy night, after hours of grueling training, Jimmy was sent to clean the old building. The rain beat against the windows, a relentless drumming that seemed to echo in his ears. He approached the urinal with a mixture of dread and necessity, his flashlight cutting through the darkness.

As he began to clean, he noticed something odd. The urinal was already spotless, as if someone had been there just moments before. He shook it off as a trick of the light and continued his work. But then, he heard it—a faint whisper, barely audible over the rain.

"Jimmy... Jimmy..."

He stopped, his heart pounding in his chest. The whisper was coming from the urinal, and it was calling his name. He turned to see if anyone was there, but the room was empty. The whisper grew louder, more insistent, and Jimmy felt a chill run down his spine.

"Jimmy... Jimmy... Please, don't leave me here."

He turned back to the urinal, his flashlight illuminating its cold, metallic surface. There was no one there, just the urinal and the whisper. He was about to turn away when he noticed a faint, ghostly figure standing behind the urinal. It was a soldier, his uniform worn and tattered, his face twisted in a haunting, eternal smile.

Jimmy's eyes widened in horror. "Who are you? What do you want?"

The figure did not respond, just continued to smile, the sound of the rain growing louder in his ears. Jimmy felt a strange compulsion to approach the figure, as if he were being drawn to it against his will. He took a step forward, and the figure followed, the smile never leaving his face.

Suddenly, the room was filled with a blinding light, and Jimmy found himself outside the old building, the rain still pounding against the roof. He looked back at the building, but it was gone, replaced by a dense thicket of trees. He turned to run, but his legs felt like lead, and he could not move.

The whisper was louder now, more desperate. "Jimmy... Please, help me..."

Jimmy's mind raced. He had to get help, but how? He looked around, searching for a way back to the base, but there was nothing. He was trapped, alone, and the whisper was relentless.

"Jimmy... You have to help me..."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, willing himself to break free from the spell. When he opened his eyes, he was back in the old building, the urinal still there, the ghostly figure standing behind it. This time, Jimmy was ready.

"Who are you?" he demanded, his voice steady.

The figure turned, and Jimmy saw a face that was both familiar and alien. It was a soldier he had seen before, a man who had gone missing during a training exercise. The soldier's eyes were wide with fear, and his mouth was moving, but no sound came out.

"Jimmy... They're coming... They're coming for me..."

Jimmy realized what the soldier was trying to tell him. The base was under attack, and the soldier was trying to warn him. He turned and ran, the whisper growing louder with each step. He reached the base, and the first thing he saw was chaos. Soldiers were running, weapons in hand, and the enemy was closing in.

Jimmy found his commanding officer and relayed the warning. The base was quickly secured, and the attack repelled. The soldier who had been trying to warn Jimmy was found, alive but in a state of shock. He told the story of the urinal, the whisper, and the ghostly figure.

Jimmy knew then that the urinal was haunted, not by a ghost, but by the spirits of soldiers who had perished in the base's past. He had been chosen to be their messenger, to warn others of the danger that lay within the walls of the old building.

From that day on, Jimmy never again approached the urinal, and the old building was sealed off, its secrets buried beneath the foliage. The soldiers of the base spoke of the urinal, a place of dread and mystery, a place where the past and the present collided in a chilling encounter with the supernatural.