Nothing about the bathroom hits you as particularly striking.
It is clean, well kept, and less Victorian than other parts of the north wing.
The light flickers for a few moments, and then goes out.
You turn to leave, but the door is locked behind you.
You slowly become aware of a dripping sound.
Looking towards where you believe the sink to be,
you see a light in the darkness. Something you
recognize to be a ghost is dripping out of the
sink and rising into the air, you run forward and shut off the water.
As soon as the dripping is stopped,
the lights click on and the door swings open.
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