Whispers from the Urinal: A Haunting in the Men's Room

In the heart of the sprawling city of Shanghai, an old, abandoned department store stood as a relic of a bygone era. Its grandiose facade had long since faded, and the once-bustling aisles now echoed with the sound of silence. Amongst the dust and decay, one peculiar room remained hidden from the world's eyes: the men's room.

One rainy evening, a group of friends—Liang, Jing, and Ming—decided to explore the eerie store. The three had grown up in the neighborhood and often reminisced about the days when the store was a vibrant hub of activity. Liang, ever the daredevil, suggested they seek out the forgotten bathroom, a place they had never dared to venture before.

As they stepped into the dimly lit room, they were greeted by a musty smell that seemed to seep into their bones. The urinals stood in rows, each one a testament to the countless men who had used them over the years. Liang, feeling the thrill of the unknown, approached the last urinal and took a seat.

"All right, let's do this," he whispered, his voice echoing in the silent room.

Jing and Ming exchanged nervous glances but remained silent. Liang placed a hand on the cold, metallic surface of the urinal. Suddenly, a cold breeze swept through the room, causing the door to slam shut with a resounding thud. The three friends jumped, their hearts pounding in their chests.

"Did you feel that?" Jing asked, her voice trembling.

Ming nodded, his eyes wide with fear. "Yes, and there's something... wrong. It's like the urinal's mocking us."

The room grew colder, and a chilling silence fell over them. Liang stood up, his hands shaking as he approached the urinal again. He placed a hand on the cold surface, and without warning, the light above flickered on and off. The image of a face—distorted, twisted, and filled with malice—flashed before them.

"Who's there?" Liang demanded, his voice barely above a whisper.

The room was silent, save for the sound of their own rapid breathing. Liang's grip tightened on the urinal, and he felt a strange, tingling sensation course through his body. The face in the light seemed to mock him, its lips curling into a sinister smile.

"Please, tell us who you are," Jing pleaded, her voice breaking.

A sudden chill ran down Ming's spine as the room temperature dropped even further. The urinal's surface began to glow faintly, and a ghostly hand reached out from the darkness, brushing against Liang's arm.

"Who are you?" Liang shouted, his voice barely audible over the thunderous roar in his ears.

The hand vanished, leaving behind a cold, tingling sensation. The face in the light grew more intense, the malice in its eyes burning brighter than ever. Liang's eyes widened in shock as the face transformed into a distorted version of himself, his own face twisted with hate and malice.

"Me?" he stammered, his voice trembling.

The face nodded, and Liang felt a sense of dread wash over him. The room was spinning, and he was being pulled into the darkness. Jing and Ming reached out to grab him, but he was gone.

The next morning, Jing and Ming found Liang in the park, sitting on a bench, staring at the ground. When they approached, they saw the twisted, distorted face of the urinal in the reflection of his eyes.

"Where have you been?" Jing asked, her voice filled with concern.

Liang looked up, and the face in the reflection seemed to be mocking him once again. "I'm here," he replied, his voice echoing in the quiet park.

Jing and Ming exchanged worried glances. They had seen the look of fear and despair in Liang's eyes, a look that had never left him since that fateful night in the abandoned department store.

"Who are you?" Ming asked, his voice steady despite the fear that gripped him.

Liang took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing. "I am the cursed urinal," he said, his voice filled with a strange, haunting quality.

Jing and Ming exchanged a look of disbelief. The cursed urinal? They had never heard of such a thing, but the look in Liang's eyes was all too real.

"What happened to you?" Jing asked, her voice trembling.

Liang looked down, his eyes reflecting the twisted, distorted face once more. "I saw my own face, but it was filled with hate and malice. It was as if I had become a monster, a creature of darkness."

Ming stepped closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "Can we help you?"

Liang looked up, and the twisted face seemed to soften slightly. "Yes, maybe. I need to find the person responsible for this curse and put an end to it."

Jing and Ming nodded, their resolve strengthening as they realized the gravity of the situation. They had stumbled upon a haunted urinal, and now they were caught in a web of darkness and mystery.

The next few days were filled with research and investigation. Liang, Jing, and Ming pieced together the story behind the cursed urinal. They discovered that the department store had once been the site of a tragic event, where a young boy had been accidentally locked inside the bathroom. His ghost was said to have been trapped there, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter the room.

As they delved deeper, they discovered that the boy's spirit had been bound to the urinal, and it was only through the release of his spirit that the curse could be broken. But how? And who was responsible for the boy's death?

The friends set out on a mission to uncover the truth, their resolve fueled by the chilling encounters with the cursed urinal. They visited old records, spoke to former employees of the department store, and even sought out a local historian who had studied the building's history.

Their search led them to a reclusive old man named Mr. Wang, who claimed to have been a friend of the boy's father. Mr. Wang revealed that the boy's father had been a businessman who had gone bankrupt and had taken his own life, leaving his son to be raised by a single mother. The father's last words to his son had been a promise to take care of him, a promise that had never been fulfilled.

The boy, driven by a deep-seated need for revenge, had latched onto the department store as a symbol of his father's failed promises. He had been trapped in the bathroom, seeking to curse anyone who dared to enter the room, a curse that would only be lifted once his spirit was released.

With Mr. Wang's help, Liang, Jing, and Ming devised a plan to release the boy's spirit. They returned to the department store, the cursed urinal at the center of their mission. As they stood before the urinal, the three friends chanted a special incantation, the words of which Mr. Wang had provided.

The room grew cold once more, and the air was thick with tension. The friends felt the boy's spirit reaching out to them, his presence growing stronger with each passing moment. The urinal began to glow, its surface crackling with an eerie light.

Suddenly, the boy's spirit emerged, a young boy with wide, haunted eyes. He looked at Liang, Jing, and Ming with a mix of gratitude and sorrow. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

Liang reached out and took the boy's hand. "We're sorry," he said, his voice trembling.

The boy nodded, his eyes filling with tears. "I forgive you," he replied.

As the boy's spirit faded, the cursed urinal's glow dimmed, and the room returned to its former state of silence. The friends looked at each other, their hearts heavy with relief and gratitude.

They had faced the darkness of the cursed urinal, but they had emerged victorious, their mission completed. The boy's spirit was free, and the curse was broken.

As they left the department store, the friends couldn't help but feel a sense of closure. They had uncovered the truth behind the haunted bathroom and had helped to bring peace to the boy's spirit.

But as they walked through the rain-soaked streets of Shanghai, they couldn't shake the feeling that there was still something out there, something dark and mysterious waiting to be uncovered. The cursed urinal had been a haunting reminder that the past was never truly gone, and sometimes, it came back to claim its victims.

And so, the story of the cursed urinal lived on, a chilling reminder of the power of darkness and the courage it takes to face it.