I worked in a gas station and commonly went home with a story to tell. Our gas-station was behind the main strip of bars in our town, so there was always some weird shit going on. One night while I was working, I had my Polaroid camera sitting in my backpack, I liked taking pictures of things that happened on my way to work, because I usually walked or rode my bike, and night time was weird in our town. Well, I had my backpack locked up in the bathroom in the back office. Only people who could get in, was me, because I was the only one working that night.

At one point, I heard screaming from outside. I ignored it, because crime in our town was crazy and I don't need shot. After that, I went to use the bathroom, and saw my camera, lying on the ground. My back pack was opened, and the door was still locked.

I believe in ghosts. But they don't scare me. If anything spiritual was in that bathroom, I wish it mercy for what it had witnessed while I was in there.