Bloody Bathroom Novels & Stories

he said and I turned to look at him. His gaze peered into mine with coldness but I didn't look away. Not this time. The room felt warm but I shivered not in cold but in curiosity of what's inside the bathroom. I approached the bathroom door and slide it open, my breath caught in my throat, my eyes widening in horror. The bathtub was filled with a chilling red liquid, the sink splattered with crimson stains. I closed my eyes briefly, trying to steady my nerves. It's okay. It's okay.

Maybe I should take Alexander's advice, 'If you try to do something impossible, you'll only go insane. I moved through the room again, glancing through the open door, and feeling around for a light switch. When I found the knob, I turned it until the lights lit up an immaculate space around me. I was shocked to see a beautiful room filled with a large shower and an impressive white porcelain tub. The bathroom was completely different than the bedroom a few feet away. It was filled with red oak wood, golden colors mixed perfectly with black and white. The sink was white, the walls were black, as was the flooring, but the tub and shower were both white. I walked over to the tub, running my fin

he added before he stalked out the room. "No Brody come back" I shouted as I tried to get to the door. Lennon held me back as Charlie followed after him. I whimpered when he was gone. "Alli come on they've already set you an ice bath up" Lennon said as he lifted me and walked me into the conjoining bathroom. The bathroom was blue and white in colour, with a glass shower on one side, a bath on the other and a toilet and sink in the middle. As soon as I noticed the bath was full of Ice cubes I jumped out of Lennon's arms and towards It.

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,

Each step felt like moving through quicksand, my body suddenly leaden with dread. When I pushed open the bathroom door, the scene before me stopped my heart. The tub—that massive marble tub with its gold fixtures that had made Emma's eyes light up with childlike wonder—was empty of her presence but full of evidence of violence. The water still filled it nearly to the brim, but instead of crystal clear, it was stained a diluted red, like watercolour paint bleeding across a canvas. The scent of her blood hung heavy in the humid air, mixed with something chemical and wrong. On the marble floor, a small puddle of water had formed, with partial wet footprints leading away—too large to be Emma's.

We head to our room. ''The bathroom is over there. ''Damon points to a door. I approach and open the bathroom, being amazed by this beautiful place. I approach and open the bathroom, being surprised by this beautiful place ''Damn, you can live in this bathroom. '' I say making them laugh. ''In fact. ''Lucifer approaches the huge bathtub and turns on the faucets, letting it fill. ''Come on, let me help you with your clothes. He starts taking off my clothes carefully.

’ She puts a shirt around my shoulders and I mindlessly step in to the pair of trousers she holds out before me like a toddler. She takes me by the shoulder and pushes me up the stairs. Blood is spread throughout the upstairs of my home like a pot of red paint has exploded. A small red hand print has been swiped down the wall near Crystals bedroom. Her once white carpet is crimson from all her spilt blood. Crystal was a gentle soul who didn’t deserve to die in such a horrifically violent way. More tears threaten to burst from my eyes. When we reach my room Saph orders me to take my clothes off and she places them into a brown paper bag. She nods at me and I turn from her and go into the ensu

I looked back and saw Maisie and Sheryl standing at the front door, staring at us. And I felt butterflies... The good ones, for Maisie. She could appear very tough or extremely vulnerable as she wanted... My Bulgarian princess. "Come on" Russel whispered as he pushed aside a lock of his hair from his face. We followed the trail and it led us away, to their bathroom. I did the honours of kicking the bathroom door open this time around. My entire being was electrified with fear - the Walther P99 AS still tightly in my hands. The bathroom was deep blue, had a white tub and a metal shower that stood above. Whatever had blood was definitely in the tub, the bright red trail told us that.

Laura The lavish bathroom looked like a crime scene. Steam clung to the air, laced with the sharp aroma of the woodsy bath. The mist blurred the mirrors, the light, everything. Shards of glass scattered across the marble floor, and a ribbon of red bled into the bathwater's cool blue. Horror scraped down my spine. I pressed my lip tightly, holding back a squeal. “No, no, no.” He had drowned in the bath. I knelt beside the jacuzzi bathtub, my trembling hands diving inside the water as I dragged him out with every ounce of strength I had.

Lorenzo POV “I did it!” Finally! I could smell the bleach and something else, a little blood. My hands trembled as I forced myself to turn on the tap trying to wash off the blood on my palms. I was bleeding but I didn't feel the pain, all I felt was the cold water rushing over my skin. It was soothing and I felt so safe in here, in the bathroom. It felt good to be back in your safe space. No matter how hard I washed and rinsed the water, it wouldn't turn completely transparent, it was red because the bleeding wouldn't stop.