Bathroom Ghost Novels & Stories

Emara Stone I switch on the light, then slowly open the bathroom door. I peek my head inside to look if there is Ryan or any hot ghost hiding in the corner, who is waiting to finger me. But the bathroom is empty, just like my wallet. It was just a dream. Nothing happened.

I swallowed hard, my legs feeling like jelly as I slowly crept toward the door. Each step felt heavier than the last. My heartbeat pounded so loudly in my ears, I was sure whoever was inside, if anyone was, could hear it. I gently pushed the door open. It creaked softly. I froze. Waited. Listened. Nothing. “…Hello?” I whispered, immediately regretting it. Silence. I stepped inside cautiously. The bathroom was… enormous. And at the center of it was a bath pool. Not a tub. A literal pool carved into the marble floor, filled with water so clear it reflected the ceiling above.

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.

I called but no one responded. I checked the sitting room, the kitchen, and even the store room but he was not in there so I decided to check in his bedroom –though I knew it was rude to go around people's houses I just wanted to get down to business and find my papa. I walked into the room and heard the sound of water splashing in the bathroom. I realized he was taking a bath so I sat comfortably on his bed and waited. After what felt like a century, Gaston stepped out of the bathroom looking all wet with a small towel tied around his waist. He was stunned for a moment when he saw me in his room he stared between the door and me. To confirm his curiosity, I waved my hands at him.

I close your bedroom door. Finally, peace. …until 4:07 AM, when I hear a tiny voice from downstairs: “Madam?” I yell: “WHAT.” “Where do we keep the cleaning supplies?” " What the fuck did I told u about not disturbing my peace and niggas u lived here for centuries how m I suppose to know u useless creatures." There is a very long silence downstairs. Then the older ghost whispers: “...She has a point.” The other one whispers back: “Don't answer her.”

"What shadow are you speaking of, Ma'am?" My Goddess, was I imagining things? Just like that, I looked back to confirm and I saw nothing. The housekeeper smiles at me. "You must be very exhausted, Miss. I went to your room, but you were not there. I prepared a bath for you. The bathroom door is the door at the left part of your room. The housekeeper informs me with a smile plastered across her face as she acts like there is no creature within the mansion. But I know what I saw and it is not just all in my head.

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,

he plopped down on the bed and closed his eyes, leaving me to my own thoughts as I retreated to the bathroom to freshen up… *** As the warm water cascaded over me, washing away the weariness of the day, my mind briefly wandered as I sang out to my favorite song. Little did I know that this moment of vulnerability would soon be shattered. "Selene," a raspy voice called to me, I froze in terror as in the corner of my eye, I saw Sebastian's apparition standing in the bathroom. His transparent presence sent a shiver down my spine, and instinctively, I prepared to defend myself. "What the fuck do you want from me?" I stuttered nervously as my heart raced wildly… never had I seen a ghost in my lif

She turns around to leave, and when she is almost near the stairs that she remembers that Elizabeth was crying the whole time and she may get dehydrated. So, she heads back to the room, and without making a noise, she opens the door to peek in. Her eyes landed on the untouched bed, and her eyebrows frow with confusion. “Madam?” She moves towards the bathroom to check. She knocks on the bathroom door and places her ears on the door to listen for any water running sound. When she hears nothing, she opens the door alerting Elizabeth of her entry, “Madam, I’m coming in.” The bathroom is empty. Elizabeth is not there as well. A ghost of fear surrounds her. She a shuddering with the realization wh

I was not going crazy. Mum’s room was empty, so were the two other rooms in the house, leaving me with only the room at the end of the hall to check. The guest bathroom. The color of the walls was faded green, the toilet a rusty representation of what it once was. A small rat was scratching madly at something beneath the toilet seat. Tru, the silent giant was crouched above the sink, most of his weight trying to fit into the bowl shape of the sink. Tru and I stared at each other, the absurdity of the situation striking me dumb. Then the ghost appeared. She was a bit more robust than the last time I saw her, and shorter. A lot shorter, as in about two feet shorter.