I thought I would feel relieved, but I didn't. I heard her flip flops shuffle across the cement and the door open and then close heavily and then complete silence. I didn't think much of it though until I was done peeing and realized she was still there. It was a bit odd because she didn't seem like she cared about her appearance, but what made it super weird was the way she held herself as she did. I entered the other stall and as I was closing the door I noticed she paused awkwardly in front of the mirror. She was probably in her late 50s, her gray hair was sticking in every direction and she had the scariest look on her face, it was almost hungry. As I walked in a woman stepped out of one of the stalls and stared at me. It was pretty small with I believe only two stalls. My husband stopped at a little store to grab food and I went into the women's restroom. It was probably about 9:30 at night and I had been napping in the car.
I used to really be sketched out by creepy gas station bathrooms, but after a dozen or so they stop bothering you. It was about 5 days of driving and I was on my period so I had to pee a LOT.
My husband and I were moving cross country, literally from one coast to the opposite. Definitely not the creepiest thing, but I've never shared this one with anyone and I'd like to.
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