A Bathroom Encounter
Regarding the title of this piece, I recently had an encounter with something in the men's room in the Marshall House. No, this wasn't an encounter with something supernatural; it was much, much worse. If you have a weak constitution, this is your cue to stop reading. I walked in to use the facilities and found a rather inebriated man standing in front of the mirror. After chatting about history for several moments, the fellow told me that he was on a date with a very attractive and well-off young lady. When I suggested that he might want to return to his date, he told me:
"Well, I would, but I've got a wicked case of gas." He then demonstrated that he wasn't kidding by cutting loose with something I haven't heard heretofore outside of a zoo.
Modesty prevents me from recording what he actually said next. The gist of it is, "If she stays with me through this, I'll marry her." His statement contained a specific sexual act, which if she were performing on him like he suggested when his internal rumblings returned, she might be killed. I had no response to his declaration of affection, nor his test of their relatively new love.
Not all scary stories from the pub tour contain ghosts...