Bathroom Ghost Novels & Stories

" my mum asked concerned "Just a scary movie, we were watching on my phone " I retorted "Are you sure?" My dad asked not convinced "Dad, yes we thought we saw a ghost" my mum and dad give each other a stare "Did you say ghost hun?" My mum asked worriedly I shouldn't have said ghost "uhmm...yeah but it was just my bathrobe hanging on my bathroom door" Everyone turns to my bathroom door "Oh, that explains a lot," my dad said with a convicted look

I'd asked myself. I waited and waited yet she wasn't leaving so I decided to find out what she was up to. I bent down as if I wanted to pull off my shorts and her eyes widened more. I had to shout at her so she knew I could see her and that was when I looked at her. She must be so startled and still speechless at the fact I saw her. I entered my bathroom, putting the thoughts of troublesome ghost aside. Yea, that's her nickname from now.

"Yieeeeee yeah you don’t like him because he’s arrogant, he’s muscular, he has a pointed nose, he’s tall, and his lips looked so sweet. Yes Alaister you don't like him!" and with that she threw me a pillow Hahahaha. We talked about music and other kinds of stuff until Aunt Ana came with our food so we ate first. "Alaister do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Alaister, now that she was lying down in our bed. "Did you watch a horror movie last night? Then I would say that there are no ghosts and I do not believe in ghosts." Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that.

After all, it was daytime, and ghosts weren't real. Her breathing became shallow, her palms slick with sweat, and her legs nearly buckled as she slowly turned the handle. After pushing the door open, she didn't dare to enter but instead peered cautiously into the bathroom. The bathroom was empty, yet the faucet was on and water spilled endlessly into the sink. Sienna wondered who could have turned it on. The atmosphere felt eerie.

When I turned back around, I noticed a new note pinned to the table. It was the same familiar handwriting, but the strokes seemed to carry a hint of chill this time. "Squanderer." I froze, then started laughing out loud. So this ghost couldn't just cook—she was also a thrifty, budget-conscious woman. I liked that. I immediately grabbed a pen and wrote back, "Sorry, Ivy. I was just joking. From now on, let's stick to regular dishes. I won't bring up such ridiculous things anymore." I made sure to apologize sincerely.

"Are you a ghost or something?" "A ghost?" She scoffed, shaking her head. "Maybe you should confirm if I am one or not." She shrugged her shoulders, ambling across the room towards her side of the closet. She just finished in the bathroom and needed to wear some clothes, but she couldn't do that now that Callan was staring at her like she was a ghost. "I am not!" She sighed frustratedly. He said nothing, he blamed himself for being stupid. He hadn't checked the bathroom before going around to search for her around the house.

She doesn't answer. ‘Something is dreadfully wrong,’ my sister, Bella’s ghost, says, drifting beside me. ‘Perhaps she’s bled out completely. One can only hope.’ I ignore the ghost. “Are you hurt, my love? Please, answer me." There's a soft sound of distress, and that's my breaking point. Sending a crashing spell through the wooden door makes it cave in like paper. I force my way inside the bathroom. But I freeze when I see the nude silhouette of Bethany behind the glass.

A very injured ninja who moves like she's eighty years old. The bathroom is a whole new level of depressing. It looks like a crime scene from a discount detective show. The mirror has a crack running through it that looks suspiciously like someone punched it. I'm choosing to believe it was a ghost. A very angry ghost with poor impulse control. The shower curtain has a pattern that I think was supposed to be flowers but looks more like sad blobs. The tiles are that specific shade of beige that screams "we gave up on life in 1987."

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

When i was passing by a certain basement , i heard a woman crying for help, i stopped to trace where the voice was coming from but the moment i stopped the voice also stopped, i started walking then i heard the woman yelling again louder. "Help please help!" The woman yelled . I rushed into the basement to see who she was but the basement had no any source of light, it was full of darkness. "Who's here!" I screamed but nobody answered. "Anybody here?!" I screamed again but still nobody replied. The basement was kinda creepy and the absence of light made it creepier. "Alright there is nobody here " i said while moving backwards then i noticed something on my t - shirt, a blood stain.