Bathroom Ghost Novels & Stories

Oh boy. Taking in a deep breath, determination flooding her, she walked all the way to the bedroom without turning back. Closing the door, she released her breath. Opening the door by a crack, she peeped through. Geneva gasped sharply and reflexively closed the door again but with a bang. He was still in that same rigid position but his eyes were directed towards the bedroom door. He is doing this eerie... thing on purpose right? Sending the door wide open now, she stepped out looking directly at him. "Ehm, I'm about to uhm, you know, take a bath and stuff. Being a descent uhh ghost *clears throat*..."

"Aah...stubborn are we not? I like that. Before anything else..." Suddenly a running water can be heard from the bathroom. Frowning, she looks at her bathroom's direction. What is it this time? "You might want to turn that off." He suggested. She stood up and walk towards her bathroom. The faucet is open, how's that possible? 'Did the ghost do it?' 'Get away from him Ariz!' There's that voice again. 'How?' She thought. There's only one door and it will be impossible to reach it without Dankworth noticing her. She looked at the bathroom window, it's too narrow for her to fit in. 'Do you want me to play dead?'

Nick exclaimed. He immediately pointed his thermal camera on top of the railing and what he got was a sudden significant temperature drop. "I got a temperature drop right there." He added. They quickly came to his side to see it with their own eyes. And, what they saw was definitely a crucial temperature drop. It is believed that ghosts/spirits use the energy in their surroundings to recharge themselves or for their manifestations. Sometimes, they'll absorb the thermal energy around themselves which usually results in a considerable drop in temperature. This often indicates that a certain unknown entity is present at that spot. Otherwise, what else can cause such an alteration in temperature

In it were some assortment Of different colored and style of clothes, tennis shoes, and stuff that you need for daily hygiene. 'Next the bathroom!' I thought about trying to find something to help me figure out who I am, and where I am. Nothing so far was helpful so what chance was there that the bathroom would have anything? I opened the door and frowned. It was ancient! There was a bucket for a toilet, and a table with a giant bowl in it, full of water for a sink. 'There's no plumbing!!!' I was horrified. There was nothing else, not even a mirror. The walls were bright blue, not like the dark blue in the bedroom. This was like the morning sky right after the sunrise. The floor was cold it

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

The bathroom was behind the first door we came out from, a semi-large room with a claw-foot tub and a large shower stall, with a white pedestal sink. Grey dialled up a number as he waited for me outside the bathroom door '' Charles, we have something to discuss. Rug Morgan just called me. Come here as soon as possible.'' his voice was deep and the way he said it, it was more of an order than a request. Was everything alright? '' Are you alright Las?'' Asked Grey, waiting patiently till I was done. I made a loud whimper as I twisted. Grey was scared something happened to me, abruptly he opened the door without knocking. And I screamed as he saw my pants on my kneel I was still on the toilet s

It’s not happening, especially with Ghost's ribs still fucking hurting. I watch as they carry in plates and two piles of clothes. “What are those for?” I ask, unable to stop myself. The men say nothing, simply leaving again without so much as a glance in our direction. “I’m not going to complain,” Ghost mutters, eyeing the fresh clothes. “Clean clothes? That’s a fucking win.” He begins stripping off his worn, ripped clothes and heads toward the bathroom. I follow him, standing in the doorway as he steps into the shower. “You joining me?” he asks, winking over his shoulder.

Someone was standing there, just beyond the threshold of the bathroom. My breath caught in my throat, and my eyes widened in sheer terror. The figure in the mirror remained motionless, a vague silhouette that defied explanation. "My girls," I whispered. With trembling hands, I threw the towel onto the counter and took a cautious step backward. The figure didn't move. It just stood there, a silent, spectral presence. My mind raced, searching for a rational explanation. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, a shadow cast by some object in the room. But no matter how hard I tried to rationalize it, the figure remained, its presence undeniable.

The only time I entered this room were on, what was his names, insistence, his hands gripping me with a desperation that almost suffocated me below the water on the tub. As I finally take in the entirety of the disordered space, I observe that the bathroom is fully equipped, a new toothbrush lay on the countertop still in its wrapping, and toothpaste much the same. Fruity body wash fit for a woman stands on the shelf by the bath, which is sparkling white and completely empty. The walls seem to close in, painted in a stark shade of white that heightens my sense of entrapment. Yet, in the shadows of my thoughts, a nagging suspicion gnaws at me: is there a hidden camera watching my every move,

"Where did you go?" "I felt a little under the weather, and decided to pick up some drugs.” His tone of voice had been playful, prompting a roll of my eyes. I began discarding my clothes, intending to head into the bathroom for a shower. “You should’ve gone home to yours from there.” I murmured. A hum rumbled from Ghost, “is my company really that awful?” I agreed. “It is.” The shower’s door slammed shut before Ghost could utter a word. As the burning hot water cascaded down my body, my eyes had continuously moved rapidly across the little screen that displayed the video footages which had been captured during my time away from home.