La Box [The Box]

When Dolores realized that the bathroom door would no longer open, she angrily knocked on it, calling for help. Unable to free her friend, Dunia ran for the janitor and, when she returned, Dolores' curses had turned into screams. The door vibrated under the blows. The screeching of fingernails on wood was excruciating. The concierge, panicked, could not find the right key. There was a thud followed by a cry more strident than the others. The janitor dropped his keychain and the din ceased. Strangely none of his keys opened the door. It was a locksmith who came to the end of the lock with a drill. While a policeman was pointing his gun at the “Women's WC” pictogram, his colleague gently swung the door, pressing his back against the wall, as if a monster might come out of the toilet. These were empty. All that was left of Dolores were fingernail scratches on the door and a tuft of hair on the floor. This was the first confirmed case of disappearance in a toilet. It was in 1974. Since then, a dozen people around the world have been reported missing after being trapped in these sordid, cramped and lonely places that are toilets.