For @eigna2012
Monday
The lid lifted gently as it had done every day in the two weeks since its first appearance. At first Angie has assumed that some strange draft caused by the door could somehow miraculously lift it as she entered the toilets.
Simone has said otherwise when asked about it.
"You are insane Ang! How could a draft lift a large plastic lid like that" she had said.
Feeling more stupid than normal Angie had never mentioned it to anyone again.
However as always, like every morning, Monday was no different and as she entered through the door the bin lid lifted as if to say hello to her arrival.
Skirting around it to get to the cubicle she hurried inside and closed the door.
Tuesday
"Hello" the bin said. "How are you today?"
It didn't of course, but today it flapped up and down several times, as if it was having a conversation with the toilets only occupant.
Angie had wished that the firm had never had the toilets spruced up. The old bin had been an innocent old fashioned device that needed quite a hefty push on the foot pedal to get the lid up for disposal purposes. There had never been any chance of that having an impromptu conversation with you.
The toilets may well now have looked like they should have had Kevin McCloud perusing them, but for Angie, she pined for the old bin.
Wednesday
Debbie was doing her hair as Angie entered the toilets first thing. As always when anyone was in there first, the bin decided to keep quiet.
This was the main thing that had always unnerved Angie, why only when she was on her own? To try to reassure herself, she had decided that this was because of some highbrow science involving airflow with a second body in the room. In her gut though, it was just that the bin was out to get her.
'Did you see Dallas last night Ang?" Debbie said as she walked in. Directing her conversation to Angie's reflection in the mirror instead of turning to her.
'That Josh Henderson has his top off again' she continued. Debbie had always loved the bad guys and Dallas was her current favourite show. The jokes referencing "Debbie", "Does" and "Dallas" in the office seemed to be never ending.
Thursday
Flip.
Flap.
Flip.
Flap.
As usual, the warm welcome came from the bin as Angie entered during her morning break. Sneaking round as usual, and dashing into the cubicle, Angie slammed the door.
As the door slammed today however the lights flickered, flashed a couple of times and went out.
This was different Angie thought and dropped trembling onto the toilet. Coincidence? Just a coincidence she thought.
Just a power cut.
That was all, just a power cut, she tried to convince herself.
Then a rattle began to occur. Something outside the door was rocking, hitting the floor.
She knew what this was without a doubt and her trembling and shaking got worse. A warm red glow had also begun to filter under the door and the noise increased with every second.
After about a minute it got too much and Angie flung the door open screaming.
Across the room, the bin was shaking and rocking out of control as if Oscar the Grouch or Top Cat were trying desperately to get out.
There was room to run and run Angie did, screaming for the door.
Friday
The bin was gone!
As Angie entered the toilets at lunch after having avoided the toilet during her morning break the first thing she saw was the new bin. A different colour, a different shape, and more importantly not talking, not shaking and not coming for her.
The day had been good and as Angie drove her, Gary sang about Forever Love from her car radio and the steering wheel was tapped in tune.
Pulling up at home and climbing from the car, she fumbled in her bag for her door keys. After finally finding them, she walked up to the door and unlocked the door.
Pushing open the door, while struggling with the shopping bags, Angie failed to see the bin that rocked and shook as it moved towards her down the passage way...
Based on an original idea by @eigna2012 on Twitter.
Any similarities to real people or real events are purely a coincidence and of course are very unlikely to occur in real life.
Or are they?
