Unsolved Mystery

Story Submitted by Charles:

Back in college, I met Audrey at a party and we had instant chemistry.  After a little while, it was as if no one else was there.  We talked for hours, and I was definitely attracted to her.

Around 11:30pm, I asked her if she wanted to take a walk.  She said that she'd be up for it, so she grabbed her purse, told her friends where she was going, and off we went.

It was a neighborhood full of subletting college students, so the area was still very much awake at that hour.  We walked with no real destination in mind, and at one point while we strolled and talked, she took my hand.  To say that it was an electric feeling doesn't give the moment enough credit.

Not long after, she said that she had to use a bathroom.  We weren't far from my sublet, and I offered that as an option.

"Sounds good," she said.

I led her to my place and showed her to the bathroom, up on the second floor.  She went inside and closed the door.  I waited downstairs for her on the couch, hoping that when she came back down, we could do more than just talk.

After ten minutes, she hadn't returned, but I didn't worry.  After twenty minutes, I was worried and went up to the bathroom to check on her.  I knocked and called her name.  No answer.  I knocked again, then tried the doorknob.  It was locked from the inside (we had a deadbolt). 

I wondered if she was well, if she had fainted, or something else terrible.  A hundred bad situations flashed through my head, and I realized that I couldn't pay games with this.  I knocked again, then stepped back from the door and said, "If you don't answer, I'll break the door open."

No response.  I kicked at the door until the deadbolt broke from the wall.  When I entered the bathroom, I was stunned to find that she wasn't in there.  What I did find was a full toilet without any toilet paper within (we had a full roll mounted on the wall nearby), and a barely-cracked window.

The way I figure, the only thing that could've happened was that she went to the bathroom, didn't wipe herself, exited via the second story window, somehow managed to mostly close it from the outside, dropped down to the ground below, and took off.  All for an unexplained reason.

She didn't go to my college, as she was a guest of someone at the party.  I never saw her again, and that incident continues to haunt me to this day.


  1. Maybe when she was pissing, it dawned on her that she was in a male strangers home afterall and freaked at all the "what if" scenarios...still sucks for you though :(

  2. No, I'm pretty sure she took a crap. I'm not getting the impression that pee would be considered as a "full" toilet. Or scar the poor boy for life.

    Taking a crap while on a date is embarrassing, for me anyway, so I can see that part, but the mysterious exit and why she did not use t.p. or flush is way beyond.

    I'm going with alien abduction.

  3. ^And then the aliens made her forgot that she had ever met him or taken a dump in his house.

  4. I know! Imagine my surprise when I came back to the main page 20 mins later and that was the top story! Freaky. Strengthens my case. MAYBE THEY'RE THE SAME GIRL! You and I both know that once the abduct you, they keep coming back.

  5. Obvioulsy she's been abducted before she had the time to wipe herself, let alone flush. These aliens nowadays!


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