Day 5: The Toilet's Dark Past Revealed

It started innocently enough. A faint creaking sound in the night, like someone was trying to get out. I tried to ignore it, but it only got louder.

I began to investigate, peering into the dark recesses of the isolation chamber. That's when I saw it: a toilet, covered in dust and cobwebs, its once-white surface now a dull grey.

As I approached, the creaking stopped. The toilet's lid was ajar, as if someone had just gotten up to take a break. I hesitated, wondering if I should.

But my curiosity got the better of me. I peered inside, and that's when I saw it: a note, scrawled on the wall in what looked like blood.

"They're watching you," it read.

I'm not sure what it means, but I think I'll just stick to using the shower.

Continue to Day 6: Paranoid Rants