Bathroom Ghost Novels & Stories

Maybe at a bar with Mike and Erica, actually agreeing to that crazy threesome just to feel something that wasn't fear. Click. The sound was faint, but against the spray of the water, it sounded like a thunderclap. My heart stopped. I froze, the soap slipping from my shaking hands and hitting the tile with a wet thud. "Who’s there?" I choked out. My voice was small, pathetic. I didn't get an answer. Instead, the bathroom door creaked open. The steam swirled, and then a shadow blocked the light. "You know, for someone moving into a mansion, you really live like a rat, Gabe."

Carson shushed us. A strange breeze rushed across the hallway killing the torchlights, then from the pools of blackness left in the wake of the snuffed-out torches, emerged a long, wavy thing. Isis held my hand and squeezed it, and I huffed. My eyes blinked rapidly when a second phantom followed. They whipped about, as if they were some massive antennae, trying to find a signal. "It's Ok. They are just ghost children playing," Carson whispered. "The mansion looks different," Lance uttered as he ran his fingers over the oozing walls. Something like puss or sap was leaking from the creases.

“Come, daughter. Let’s do what needs to be done to get the old man off the horse and doing what he came here to do. I don’t know about you, but I can’t leave this place fast enough.” Melody hugged her chest as she allowed her father to lead her into the mess house. “I admit, I’ll be glad to see the last of this place.” When they were inside the main room and the door was shut behind them, she turned to her father and asked, “Do you think these ghosts, or whatever they are, are affecting the sheep?” Adam cocked his head in thought. “In what way, daughter?” “Their meat. Do you think they are altering the meat in some way? I’m just trying to understand what it is that’s made Ian change so.”

How do you kill a ghost? Shambling into my bathroom, I run the hot water in my shower until the room is covered in steam. It’s so thick it chokes me. The water will burn me, but I stand under it anyway, enduring the scalding pain. Can I wash away all my errors? It’s a silly wish, because I know the answer is a resounding no. Hanging my head, I remain under the running water until my skin is bright pink. I’m numb from my neck to my stomach, where the droplets assault me. Before the waterlogged wrinkles on my fingers split open, I turn off the shower.

-Hello," someone spoke. It was a slow voice, full of whispers. It was more of a whisper. -Who are you? -I went deeper. In the curtains of the bathroom, in the bathtub, there was a black shadow. So I guessed that's where the creepy thing was. When the woman's fingers grabbed the curtain and began to pull it back, my skin crawled all over. Her hand was completely rotten and her nails were broken and long. I stepped back because the truth was already scaring me. -What are you looking for here? -I asked in a whisper. -I want... a soul.

I don’t believe in ghosts, but maybe I should. Wait a minute. Do ghosts wear cologne to mask that pungent, deathly stink while they haunt someone’s home? I don’t think so. Thank heavens I finally get my legs to work. I grab my cellphone from the nightstand. I feel his burning gaze follow me as I make my way to the bathroom, my bare feet padding heavily across the floorboards. The house is quiet but he’s quieter. I can't even hear him breathing. I don't need the light because I know where exactly to go without bumping into my wardrobe or the fluffy cushion sitting in the center of my room. The moment I enter the bathroom, I lock the door. My fingers tremble as I dial 911.

on the floor. Jennifer knew something crazy was happening when she saw this but before she could even react, she could hear the water dripping again. She went back to the sink to turn it off and when she looked into the bowl, the drops of water spelled the same thing the ceramics had spelled out, “Stay Away From Josh” Jennifer’s heart was beating a lot faster and she was terrified because she felt like she was being hunted by a ghost. She saw a ghostly figure standing behind her through the reflection of her cabinet and when she turned around, there was no one standing there.

And so far, having purged a diner was not an achievement of any kind. Scarlett shakily closed the door to the bathroom door and turned on the faucet to run her bath. Droplets of cold rain water scattered to the floor every time she moved her hair around. She placed her hands on the pantry before the mirror. And just as realised, no reflection. As she was just a phantom in a hollow body that can't even cast a shadow.

shrugging her shoulders. I couldn't help but shoot her a look that clearly conveyed my thoughts: she was certifiable. I was in a bit of a bind. I desperately needed to use the restroom, but the thought of doing so was daunting. I knew from past experience that ghosts often strike when people are most vulnerable, and going to the bathroom definitely counted. I cursed myself for ever watching horror movies that portrayed ghosts haunting people in bathrooms.

I aim for the family bathroom but Lexi gives me a quiet 'Nuh-uh. Mum got Dad to add a large bath for her when they bought the house. Neither of us have used it much since the accident, and I'm a little unsure about using it now. I think Lexi knows this, because she says, quietly, 'It's our house now, Robs. We need to live with the ghosts but that doesn't mean we need to leave them all the room.' 'Guess so. Dunno what Mum would think of what we got up to today, though' I mutter.