Way back when I was
in boarding school, I used to share a room on the third floor with a chap named Francis. The nearest bathroom was located on the second floor landing, directly opposite the bottom of the stairs.

One particular night, Francis was brushing his teeth in the bathroom. This was something I had yet to do, so I grabbed my toothbrush and an empty pint glass and headed for the stairs.

The lights were off and about so half way down I managed to trip and face plant onto the floor at the bottom - how the pint glass didn't smash I don't know. I picked myself up and walked into the bathroom only to find Francis crouched down beside the sink: upon questioning, his reasoning was "I heard you fall down the stairs and thought you might be hurt, so I hid".

Not exactly from hell, but apparently not that bothered about stopping me going there.
(cap'nj, Wed 11 Apr 2007, 2:38, Reply)