Cursed Bathroom Novels & Stories

He said with a smirk. "Ok, where’s the bathroom ?" Helen asked. Carlisle pointed towards the hallway. "First door on your left," he said. She shoved at him and went into the bathroom. There was a huge jetted tub in the corner, surrounded by marble tiles; next to it was the shower." Helen turned on the water, adjusted the temperature to pleasantly hot, and jumped in. It felt great to have all that wonderful water hitting all the parts of her body.

Blood has splashed on the mirror and all over the pearl, white sink. A curse left my lips, “Oh, god.” Here we are again. The nausea and smell of blood wasn’t clearly helping at all. My eyes started tearing up due to the constant puking, I feel like my eyeballs are popping out of their sockets. I let out a shaky breath and started cleaning up the sink once the vomiting stopped. The bathroom was large and filled with marble walls. My gaze fell on the massive bath tub at the far corner. I took a few steps towards it and dipped my hand under the water. The warm water made me feel excited. No wonder the temperature here is so hot and the mirror was moist.

Ransom finished my thought. The bathroom was covered in red. Like some kind of serial killer spree, crimson dripped from every available surface. The mirror was not only speckled with it, in some places, dragging fingerprints swept its face. I looked up; splatter dotted the ceiling. A wet sigh sounded from behind me. The soaking tub was filled with a thick viscous scarlet liquid. As I watched, something bubbled to the surface. A rounded shape covered in either fur or hair broke the surface.

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,

To my surprise, the door to his room is slightly ajar and I invite myself in. The scent of dampness assaults my senses as I step into his room. The bathroom is a disaster zone, water pooling on the tiles, and my cousin, wrapped in nothing but a wet towel, stands like a guilty spectre in the chaos. His face, a canvas of shock and anger, transforms into recognition as he spots me. “Evander, fancy seeing you here in my bathroom,” Kaden says. "What the hell happened here?" Kaden grabs yet another towel off a shelf and dries his hair in frustration. "It's not what it looks like.”

My father didn't do things by half measures, so just because it wasn't his main bathroom, did not mean it would not be grand. Stark white walls contrasted sharply against a deep green floor. It had no frivolousities. There was a mirrored cabinet above the sink, and a large shower surrounded by translucent glass. There was also a pristine white claw-foot tub, deep enough for me to hide in as a child. Although it wasn't very pristine right now. There was blood splattered on the wall beside it and a head was hanging out of the tub, chin on the edge, at an angle that would hurt.

he smiled. As they walked into the bathroom Aislinn looked around at the enormous room. She had never seen a bathroom so big. There was an entry area with a small couch and a plush navy carpet on the floor. The tiles were gray marble looking and they led up to a large tub in a raised platform with steps leading up to the edge of the tub. The tub looked like there were Jacuzzi jets in it and it was impossibly deep. Cullen noted the impressed look on her face as she examined the tub. "Maybe later," he said as he read her mind. "We don't have time for what would happen if we got in there." He grabbed her around the waist and drug her to the shower stall on the far wall. "I actually don't tend t

I said before standing up. I did not like how dizzy I was becoming. I wanted to splash water on my face. I would be more awake then. There was a bathroom connected to the hall. The bathroom was built for emergencies but students always used the bathroom as a crime spot. They would look at any cheating items they managed to sneak in through the pretext of using the bathroom. "That wretched slug." I cursed at Julie. She better not let me catch her. The bathroom was not separated into male and female sections. It had ten cubicles in total for both genders.

She laughed at herself, then took out her phone, and opened the calendar, the deadline was one month… never knew before, such a short month, 17 billion, where did she get 17 billion? Then she put away her phone, bowed her head, and walked out of the bathroom. The bathroom was on the ground floor of Paradise Club, it was a mixed bathroom, but each room was a single room, and the security and privacy were extremely good. Bowing her head and walking out, she bumped into someone.

I ignored it and pushed to my feet anyway. The bathroom was through the second door. Of course it was gorgeous. White marble, a shower big enough to host a small party, a freestanding tub, double sinks with backlit mirrors. A row of identical black bottles lined one side. I picked one up. Custom labels. CASSANDRA HUNTINGTON – Signature Scent