PISSING PARTNER

Castle of Good Hope,2009
I have told this one before briefly, but it was my latest experience and such a wonderfully obvious haunting, it was awesome. It was at the Good Hope Castle here in Cape Town when we went to see the historic wonder for the first time. In the center is a big courtyard and in one of its 5 corners was a tiny, dark little entrance wherein lie the restrooms. I had a very serious pee and had to find the elusive toilets. I entered the dark doorway and realised that the toilets were not there. What there was, however, was a long-loooooong corridor of old stone from the 17th Century, winding ominously into the bowels of the old fort.

Dark, not just the weak-lighting-dark of the mineshaft style lights lining the sides of it, but a darkness that drifted subliminally through it and whomever might be caught in its snaking maze. The kids decided to "stand guard" at the entrance, as they always do when scared shitless in their cowardly way :-)) I started down the corridor, around one corner, long straight in the soft yellow light that made the stone look orangy and it was as if I was back in 1669, because not a sound from the courtyard or the children at the entrance followed me.



All I heard eventually was the running overflow of the toilets and I was very happy that relief was in sight. Take note, I was not in the least thinking about ghosts. At all. I was in wonder over the age of the building I was in and the way it was built, immune to weather and artillery alike. I reached the end of the tunnel and it flanked to the mens, and ladies restrooms, respectively. The only sound was the hypnotic water running continually.

I found four cubicles and picked the third, as they were all empty. I wanted to make it quick because there were many tourists who were bound to find out where the toilets were and I hate the awkward feeling of coming out of a toilet and confronting an audience who I always imagine are thinking : "We know what you just did." LOL!!

And so I got to leaking and to my dismay, I heard one of the fuckers come into the cubicle next to me. I literally rolled my eyes at being discovered, and rushed to finish and leave before the chick next to me came out of her cubicle. I first wanted to call out to Nush, but realized that if it were her, she would have said HI. I heard the sound of urination and a hearty throat clearing. So I thought I'd not embarrass myself and kept my mouth shut. I finished, flushed and briskly rushed out of my cubicle to wash my hands before she came out.

As I got to the taps, I glanced in the mirror and noticed that the cubicle next to mine was EMPTY!!!! I swung round, thinking the reverse view might be confusing me, but all four stalls were empty. I was alone! I was more puzzled than anything, but as I left the restroom, quite swiftly, I realized that I had just shared a restroom with something supernatural and a tingle ran up my ass, prompting me to quicken pace.



I ran-walked back down the corridor, making damn sure there is nobody else who may have been in there with me, but its a single file corridor that runs uninterrupted to the front entrance and I was alone in there. As I walked away I could hear a soft snickering behind me and I made it to the entrance in record time, hoping the kids were playing a trick on me. But how could they have? They were in the doorway, chatting loudly so that I could hear them well into the corridor. I asked them who else came in or out and they replied that nobody had entered since I did!!!

After I told them why I asked, I dragged them into the corridor with me and sure enough, when we got to the toilets, we distinctly heard a woman clearing her throat. We freaked out and made our way back out, now shamelessly running. According to the plaque there, the corridor was the oldest part of the fortress and was used to store weapons, gunpowder and artillery right after the fort was built in 1666. Go figure. I would love to be locked in there overnight with a camera. Maybe I should invite a few friends from Las Vegas ;-)