Bloody Bathroom Novels & Stories

“Please, for my sanity, Florence,” I stood nervously, the soft glow of the overhead light. The bathroom was cozy, adorned with rustic wooden walls and a large, intricately carved mirror hanging above a ceramic sink. A plush, cream-colored towel hung on a wooden rack nearby. The shower was a hollow space of dark marble and clean glass with a six-foot-long rainfall shower head embedded in the ceiling above it.

I give myself a few seconds to breathe before peeling my clothes off. The bathroom is small, and equally as filthy as the bedroom. I’m surprised there aren’t cockroaches everywhere. There’s hot water, at least. I grab the bar of soap that appears used and scrub my body. What choice do I have? Blood and mud swirl down the drain, and when I’m fully clean, I realize that I’m in a little trouble because I don’t have extra clothes. I open the door a crack, and hear Pollux tell her, “This is worse than I thought! Look at this shit!”

I was no calm girl, Deborah Waters was known for her raging flames. "Who cares?" Angry bird one replied. "I'm gonna show you," I said and smacked her on her face. Without wasting too much time to let her cry, I grabbed her lunch and shoved her face into it. Snatching a juice box from the second lunch pack, I twisted the cap and- "Stop i-" I didn't let Angry Bird two complete her sentence before I dragged her by her hair which hurt her scalp. I brought her to the front of the classroom and disposed of the fruit juice on her uniform.

Even though the guards and the maidens around kept their head bowed as I walked into the bathroom I still felt my face burn bright red from the embarrassment now that everybody knew I was going inside. The bathhouse was twice the size of my bedroom, there was a water source that was as big as a fountain. There were multiple barrels lying around that were filled to the brim with flower petals. The floors were made out of black marble tiles and the walls had a gold and silver themed paint style. It smelled heavenly too. He was submerged in a huge wooden tub that was nearly the size of a pool. "Fill the bath with the petals." He ordered. "Yes your majesty," I said in response and lifted the bar

Is he good at taking pain, or is he pretending to be good? "I'll get you some hot water first, or you'll get an infection at this rate," I say. I stepped into the bathroom, the sight inside making me freeze. "What is this?" I stared in horror at the bloodstains on the floor, the bright red covering the bathroom like a miniature pool of blood. I curled my hand tightly, breathed to calm down, poured warm water into the basin, and brought it out. I looked at Elias, who was resting her eyes on the chair with her eyes closed. Hearing the noise, he opened his cold eyes and calmly looked in my direction.

drip of water hitting water. ​Counting my steps, each one slow and agonizing, I moved toward the bathroom door. I creaked it open, then stepped in, ​My eyes flared open, and a shock of sheer, paralyzing horror ripped through my body. Nyx. She was in the bathtub. The water was not clear; it was a sickening, murky crimson.

Oh well, at least it’s one less monster in the world. Without giving him another thought, I step over his prone body and try to avoid the slowly spreading pool of blood adorning the white tiles of the bathroom floor. It’s easier to kill someone in the bathroom. No furniture to get in the way, and very convenient for a quick clean-up. Before I leave the room, I check my reflection to ensure that my black Versace sports jacket and white silk shirt are clean. Thankfully, not a drop of blood has marred the pristine material. My mahogany hair is in attractive disarray, and my silver eyes glow with a healthy sheen. I blink my eyes, still feeling a strange exhilaration that I can see again after al

before supporting me with his hands to make my way towards his bathroom. Entering inside the bathroom, I shut the door behind him, for I have heard a lot of dirty things that do happen when two individuals of different sex, enter the bathroom. The shower can produce cold water, and at the same time, it can also produce warm water. I took a warm bath, but I didn't make it last long. There were bruises all over my body, especially my chest. Those creatures, who I had gotten into a fight with were just after my chest, and it seems weird.

The blood-red water had risen up to her neck, almost reaching her nose! The bathroom floor was also stained red, with several razor blades scattered on the floor!

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."