Bathroom Ghost Novels & Stories

His words were quiet, heavy. Grandma helped him to his room while Fazr led Aadil and Inayat to the guestroom. “Fazr,” Inayat whispered suddenly. “Yes, bhabi?” “Is there… any ghost in the guestroom?” Fazr burst into laughter. “Bhabi, why would there be ghosts?” “What if there are? A wandering soul perhaps. Honestly, your grandmother’s murderous gaze is enough to kill anyone!”

She refused to believe Lexi was haunting her. She wanted to call Anna, but she knew Anna was likely with Carlo. And even if she did call, Anna wouldn’t believe her—she never believed in ghosts. "Maybe ghosts aren’t real. Maybe my mind is just playing tricks on me," she whispered, trying to convince herself. A sudden noise from the bathroom made her freeze. Her heart pounded wildly. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to check. The moment she peered inside, her breath hitched. The faucet was on, water dripping onto the tiled floor.

The only good thing about being a millionaire is that parties like this don't echo all over the mansion, unlike a regular, everyday house. I entered one of the bedrooms, looked around, although what really interested me was the bathroom. Finding it, I went to the sink, turned on the tap to get water in my hands and splash it on my face. The contact with my skin was the most freeing sensation. It seemed stupid that that simple act would ease some of the tension. I stayed there for a few seconds until I came out and locked eyes with her, who was sitting on the bed. My reaction was an instinctive chill all over my body. —Looks like you've seen a ghost —her voice had a hint of fun and mockery.

None. Swaying my hips as I walk is definitely on purpose. The dangerous waters I’m treading on beckon for me to come closer, to drown myself in them. The thought of it sends shivers up and down my spine—hot and cold, interchanging at nerve endings I never knew existed. I’ve seen how my men get when they’re pushed to the edge. We walk past a couple of rooms before reaching the bathroom. The guest bathroom is revealed at the end of the hallway. It’s never used, but I always have the cleaning lady work on it regardless.

I asked. “Nope.” The sound of running water echoed through the quiet apartment. The shower. Karden and I locked eyes. “Should we check?” I asked in a whisper. He shrugged. “What if it's a ghost??.” I blinked at him. “Ghost really?? What are you, Twelve?” “Just saying,” He muttered. “You lead the way, just to be on the safer side” So we moved. Slowly. Quietly. Like kids in a haunted house on Halloween. The hallway felt longer than usual. The sound of the water got louder as we reached the bathroom.

He keeps his gaze fixed ahead, his black eyes still hollow and terrifying, as he carries me out of the bedroom. The bathroom felt miles long. With every step he takes, the floorboards don't even creak; he moves with the silence of a ghost. When we reach the bathroom, the air is already heavy with the scent of rising steam. He had moved with such supernatural speed earlier that the tub was already filling, the water swirling in a violent, hot torrent.

I barked out. Sutton was laughing so hard I almost dropped her out of spite. It was a good thing I loved her, and she was carrying our child. “So, do you believe in ghosts now?” I tossed her onto the bed, where she bounced twice before landing and turning to stare at my naked body. “Well?” she demanded. “Yes, alright, it freaked me out. Sutton, there was a ghost in the bathroom when I was showering.” “Maybe she’s a voyeur.” Sutton’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

Celeste wiped the sweat from her forehead, smirking over at Xavier. "Did I do better?" "Yes...yes...you did, now get off the training grounds Celeste, it's getting late." "But I'm not done yet." "Come Celeste." "No, I'll just stay a minute longer before showering and going to bed." "Haven't you heard?" Xavier asked, stepping closer to her to whisper..."There's a ghost in the bathroom." "W-What?"

I checked my phone and saw a text message from the electricity utility company. The electricity bill for this month was three thousand eight hundred dollars. I stared at that number for a full minute. Three thousand eight hundred dollars?! I lived alone. How could my electricity usage possibly be so high?! I suddenly remembered something. The faucet turned on by itself. The television switched on in the middle of the night. Meals appeared like clockwork every single day! Since when did paranormal activities run up the electric bill? Pure rage shot through me. I leaped out of bed, snatched my phone, and screamed into the empty room, “Nathaniel Simmons! Get out of here right now!

Then I stood up after I unplugged the cord from the wall socket and went to get inside the bathroom with my chosen clothes. --- After I slipped inside my outfit for the night, I kind of saw myself having a pretty poor appearance with my shirt. I think it's better to change the inner shirt with something white to blend well with my black jeans. So I went out of the bathroom while taking off my T-shirt, and I noticed in my peripheral vision that the ghost stared at me with wide eyes and followed her gaze where I went as I only had a black sports bra on top. Not a creep, huh?