Bathroom Ghost Novels & Stories

In an abandoned warehouse, my mother was tied up in the middle of the open floor, her body covered in bloody slash marks. She looked up at the woman before her, her face twisted in pain. "Adeline... I'm your mother-in-law. How could you do this to me?" Adeline Malone paused mid-motion while touching up her makeup. A cold smirk curved her red lips, her beautiful face dripping with contempt. "Then tell your selfish son to crawl out of hiding. Do that, and I'll let the rest of you go."

I frowned, but I didn't let him see that I am also wondering how I look. "Shut up, nerdy boy. I don't need your opinion." I rolled my eyes and straightly went to the bathroom. I heard them laughing outside, uh, so annoying. I would be grateful if they leave me alone for some time first. I am looking at the mirror when I still remember that there is a ghost here, what if I saw her while I am facing this big mirror inside this bathroom? Argh! No, no. They can't even hurt you, stay still. It's fine, Vanessa. At least, it's just the one you can be afraid of, and who are them by the way? They are just nothing but a mere ghost. Just to get rid of those thoughts, I tried to move faster. I walked ou

The light in the bathroom flickered with rhythm, one he now recognized as pacing. And sometimes… Sometimes he heard breathing near his neck when he wasn't paying attention. Still didn't scare him. But it did intrigue him. --- On the fourth night, it got bold. Nathan was brushing his teeth, staring at the fogged-up mirror when letters began to form. No dripping blood. No jump scares. Just… steam handwriting. "Nice lips." Nathan spat into the sink, mouth foaming. "Wow," he said flatly. "A ghost with rizz."

He has stopped trying to kiss the ghost back into a girl. Instead, he has become a shadow. I am in the bathroom attached to my room. The lights are bright, reflecting off the white marble and the chrome fixtures. I am brushing my teeth. Brush. Spit. Rinse. I look into the mirror. My face is pale, the dark circles under my eyes vivid against the white skin. I look like I’ve been drained of blood. In the glass, a figure appears behind me. He doesn't make a sound. He is wearing socks, sliding over the tile. He stands just over my left shoulder, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off him, but not touching me.

as his hand in addition of the water moves on her clit and she closes her eyes in ecstasy and he smiles and move his finger in to her pussy and she moans out and he puts in a second finger and she throwaway her head back into the bath tub and she tightens her eyes and he puts his hand deeper into her and she moans her and he began to move his hand in and out of her and she held his hand for him not to stop and she began to moan loud and her husband smiles while she moan uncontrollably and she came and he washes her and he Carrie’s her a bridal style into the bedroom. Evelyn ghost returns into the house, she sob so hard. Evelyn mom sits beside her son and he wakes up feeling so much pain and

The house smelled of riches and money but then there was nothing about him on the internet ,it was just as if he didn't exist and I was really dying to know about this man ,what if I was getting married to a ghost . walking into the bathroom ,I took everything that I had wanted as I stepped into the bathtub . I did my Best to make sure that I cleaned my whole body. Today was going to be a big day . After I was done bathing ,I dressed up and walked out of the room and just as he had said he was eating in the living room she was waiting for me .

“Your staff are definitely going to notice.” I offered a small, quiet smile. “Doesn't sound so bad.” She grunted, muttering more complaints under her breath. I saw you. The voice came from the shadowy corner of the bathroom. Caroline stood there, watching us with dead, expressionless eyes. She drifted closer, her bare feet making no sound against the tile. “You're getting obsessed,” she whispered straight into my ear. I shook my head, my jaw locking tight. I wasn't going to argue with a ghost.

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

I followed Ghost inside, covering our backs. The house smelled old, like wet newspaper, and dust swirled beneath our shoes with each step. The curtains were drawn, but lights slipped through the drapes’ gaps. Through the kitchen, we reached the living room; white fabric covered the couches and all other furniture. “This fucking gives me creeps,” I murmured, following Ghost on the stairs. “Don’t worry, lover boy. I’ll protect your terrified ass,” Ghost teased, reaching the second-floor landing. “Why do you call me lover boy?” I mumbled, frowning. Each door to the room we passed by was open, and all four were empty, even the bathroom.

I reached out to turn off the water, my hand hesitating on the shower knob, when suddenly she said, "Don't turn off the water," she pleaded softly. "You won't be able to see me or hear what I've come to tell you." With trembling hands, I gripped the shower knob, my mind racing with disbelief and fear. "Who are you?" I managed to whisper, my voice trembling as much as my body. The mysterious voice paused, as if considering my question. "Please, just look at me," she urged gently. "Why should I?" I stammered, my voice escalating to a shout. "I don't even know what you are—ghost, spirit, some other… creature?” Leave me alone!" I screamed, my words echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom.