Novel & Cerita Bathroom Ghost

He was already exhausted, and now this drained out every ounce of stamina he had left. Slowly, his eyes became drowsy. He could see with the fuzzy sight that the opposite wall of the bathroom was expanding backward. The sturdy, tiled floor was turning into a bloody pool, and he was drowning deep. He woke up from drowning suffocations and began searching for a way out. The previous tiny bathroom had already turned into an endless corridor with numerous red doors on its two walls. Among those, a few were leaking blood. As he was closing a nearby red door, the ghost lady appeared behind him with blood-curdling laughter. Her sinister loud laughter shook the corridor, and the bloody pool was givi

Strangely, he was not in the room. As I walked further, I heard a strange, unsettling sound. Bones crackled and snapped like twigs breaking underfoot. Muscles stretched and contorted as I heard a low, eerie groan. The air was filled with the scent of fur, and I could feel a primal energy building in the air. I reached the bathroom that was located in the small room and opened the door slowly. Glancing at the bathroom, my eyes grew wide in shock as I took in the scene. The bathroom was in shambles as if a tornado had ripped through it. The mirror was shattered, its fragments scattered across the countertop and floor like a thousand tiny diamonds.

I've never seen a guest come here during that time so the hallway bathroom was usually cleaned for my use. I walked past the guest bedroom, a light breeze blowing on my long pale-blonde hair that curtained over my eyes and hid my face. I must have looked like a ghost, aimlessly wandering an old haunted house. There was a maid in front of the guest bathroom, wiping the windows intently. I paid no mind to her. My head was too messed up to worry about someone else.

Two other doors were in the room which I guess was for kitchen and bathroom and to my upmost surprise the tap was running in the bathroom. That can’t be possible since I am the only one there but what if it was a ghost? A ghost can’t probably follow me from a movie to real life, right? Ever since I acted in a horror movie, stuffs like these always freaked me out. I stood in front of the door, my hands lingering to open it but the fear of finding a ghost there was literally holding me back. After I found my courage, I turned the door knob and looked inside only to hear screams and not just from the person inside who was taking a bath but also from me.

Didn’t press but as Ember slipped into the bathroom and the door clicked shut behind her, he closed his eyes for a moment and let the truth settle in his chest. It did mean something. To her. To him. And to the wolf pacing restlesly beneath his skin. The shower started a moment later. Water struck tile, steam filling the small space behind the door while Ghost stood alone in the kitchen with both hands braced against the counter. Through the thin wall, her scent shifted again. Not fully, not strongly. Just enough to curl through the air like a whisper, warmth and sweetness, the sharp edge of rising heat. Ghost inhaled once before forcing himself to breathe through his mouth.

She transformed into a lady who is obsessed with her beloved and is willing to die for him. I occasionally hear unusual noises when I'm alone in my room. It was eerie, like listening to people's screams trapped in a jar. At first, I believed there was a ghost in my room or that my father had transformed into a terrifying spirit and was trying to kill me by scaring me to death. I searched my room for the source of the hushed noises, but nothing was there. I never found any person or even a ghost. It was only when I realized that the noises were coming from under my room's floor that I became even more curious, which is why I ventured down to the basement to investigate.

“She wants to trap your soul here. If you want to live, you have to retrieve the part of the soul you lost! “Go to the bathroom. Lock it! No matter how abandoned the bathroom looks, pretend that it’s normal. Fill the tub with water and lay in it. When noon arrives tomorrow, your soul will return to you. Remember! If you want to live, no matter what you hear and feel, do not leave the tub!” At that moment, I heard something shuffling outside. It sounded like something was trying to crawl in. Before I could ask more about it, something broke through the door. Maggots fell out of the wife’s rotten face. She crawled forward on all fours and left behind a trail of blood. When she saw me, she smil

I felt his loss instantly. Steam filled the bathroom. Ghost stepped in first before inviting me in. He lathered my body and washed my hair before turning me towards the wall. My arms were placed on the tile as he sucked on my neck, moving towards my lips. Once our mouths fused, he entered me from behind. His hands played with my breasts, making me moan into his mouth. A harsh rhythm built another intense orgasm in me. His hand slid down my body and rubbed my aching nub. “Ghost!” I gasped. The sensation was making me dizzy.

I had just put my hand on the knob when I heard a voice that sent chills through my body. "I'll find you" I clutched my phone to my chest and turned around to find I was completely alone in the bathroom. I felt my heart begin to race and I quickly flung the bathroom door open and walked straight out bumping right into Tatum. I freeze for a moment before hearing Tatum's voice above me. "You look like you saw a ghost." He says as I feel his hand on my neck.

For a moment she felt so missed the figures of her late mother and father. Usually, her parents would panic when she was in the bathroom for too long, especially when she almost fell asleep in the bath tub like she was doing right now. Her mother and father would lecture at length every time she lingered in the bathroom. They say that the bathroom is the favorite place of the invisible creatures. And lingering in the bathroom is not recommended.