Bathroom Ghost Novels & Stories

I met his concerned gaze and replied, "He's okay now, he just has to go for check-ups occasionally." Suddenly, Jasper's panicked voice filled the room. "Ah! Mommy, there's a ghost in the bathroom!" he shrieked, bursting out of the bathroom. Micheal stopped stirring and turned to Jasper with a playful look on his face. "A ghost? Are you daydreaming?" he teased, his eyes sparkling. Just as I prepared to explain, Kian emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, his muscular chest glistening with water droplets. My heart fluttered as I sensed an unspoken tension in the air.

The air was stale, and the shadows cast by the faint light seemed to writhe on the walls. I called out for Roxy, but my voice was met with an unsettling silence. The bathroom door was closed, and I assumed she might be showering or tending to herself, but the absence of running water only added to my growing unease. A faint, metallic scent wafted through the air, making my heart lurch with foreboding. My mind began to conjure every worst-case scenario as I approached the bathroom door.

I gasped softly, stepping into the dark silence. "Cilia..." A soft voice called out to me, I flinched backward a bit, glanced around but saw no one. "Ha ha ha ha ha..." A heavy masculine voice laughed loudly from inside the garage, turning off the lights and slamming the door shut. I spun around, looking at the garage door, wondering if someone just entered. "Cilia..." The voice called out again. "But that sounded so creepy, so familiar like the voice in my dream." I said, gulping a large quantity of saliva, still glancing around.

He works like a man trying to outrun ghosts. I fund it because it’s the only way I can still touch her memory without breaking. The water rinses away the grime of the flight but not the rot inside. I towel off roughly, the fabric scraping over my chest. My arms. Old scars that never quite healed right. I wrap the towel low on my hips and step out steam billowing around me like a shroud. A faint hum drifts from somewhere in the suite. Someone’s here. Careless. I walk toward the sound, bare feet silent on the marble. The sound is coming from the guest bathroom. The bathroom door is ajar. I push it open.

“We should get to our rooms anyway. It’s almost time for... Well, you know.” Chris and I exchanged glances. Right. Ghosts. Back in our room, I decided to take a quick shower before bed. The hot water soothed my tired muscles, the bathroom filling with steam that was not all that unlike the fog outside. As I stepped out, wrapped in a towel and drying my hair, I called out to Chris. “Can you believe all this ghost stuff?” I laughed. “I mean, I know Fabian believes it, but come on.” When there was no answer, I frowned and poked my head out of the bathroom. “Chris?”

And probably clothes before the group showed back up wondering if we’d been murdered. The upstairs bathroom was anightmare, just a single faucet dripping. Cold water only, of course. Jayden turned the knob first. Ice blasted out. I shrieked before I could stop myself. “Fuck—that’s freezing!” He laughed and yanked me under the spray with him. “Scream louder. Maybe the ghosts will complain.” Water hit my skin like needles. I yelped again, shoving at his chest. “You’re the worst!” “Yet here you are, still dripping for me.” He grabbed soap, some ancient bar that smelled like nothing and lathered his hands, sliding them over my body slow and thorough. Between my legs especially, fingers dipping i

"Insanity runs in your family. So, you're aliens?" "Hunters. We hunt supernatural beings, and you'll be surprised a great deal of all those folklore exists." We stop at a door which he opens. It turns out to be a bathroom, and oh, my....it's so huge. I swear, you'd think it's AI at first until you step in and feel its realism. Everything is plain white, strikingly beautiful and absolutely splendid.

Its so dark and only the candles are the source of light around the hallway. Should I really go? Or maybe not. But I dont want to pee on my dress. Anastasia wants to cry. In the end, with the sudden courage inside her, she force herself to walk around the hallway. Its too scary, dark and quiet. Only her footsteps can be heard. After a long walk, she finally arrive at the bathroom. And when she's done and finally walking back through her room, she suddenly heard another footsteps that is obviously not hers. Is it a ghost?

other supernatural beings and even paranormal entities. When we went inside the house, it was pretty dark, since there were no lights installed yet, even in the bathroom. I was okay with it since I didn’t see ghosts or anything of the sort, so I just walked straight inside. However, my companion stopped at the door. The interior was almost just one straight hallway. There were almost no rooms and almost resembled a rectangular condo unit. When you go inside, on the left side you will be able to see the bathroom in one corner of the house.

She was positive no one other than she has been in the bathroom. Then, she glanced at the clock that showed the time; 7:30 am. “Not a ghost,” she whispered when she saw the light penetrating the room through the glass window. ‘I’ve never heard of a ghost that is not afraid of the sunlight yet,’ she thought. Jennet tiptoed away from the bathroom door. She went to the front door and left it slightly ajar; in case someone climbed down her bathroom through the ceiling, she could flee the room with ease.