"Ma'am?" Jill called, voice cracking. She wasn't even sure the woman outside the door could hear her, as there seemed to be a lot of yelling happening. She did hear the woman call for a key, and for a moment, she was painfully relieved.

Then the very room around her started to decay, and the door to the other stall banged open, and Jill couldn't help it: she screamed. It was a short, terrified thing that caught in her throat.

As vines curled up from the floor and crept down from the ceiling, blocking her from retreating any further, she huddled against the toilet, shaking.

[I]If I disappear in a no-name town under supernatural circumstances, Bobby's gonna kill me,[/I] she thought. 

There was silence, then more yelling, and near-silence again. And even though it went deeply against her nature to make a ruckus, to draw any sort of attention to herself, Jill called out—in a voice that was much higher than she would have liked—"[i]Somebody help me![/i]"