Hanako Bathroom Ghost Novels & Stories

Yuto pleaded, his face desperate. "Kyoko, do you believe in ghosts?" Akiko didn't even glance at Yuto and instead turned to Kyoko, who was obviously confused. The question about ghosts was entirely unexpected. "Yeah, I believe in them," Kyoko replied indifferently. "Good. Can you exorcise one? If you can, please get rid of the ghost in front of me. I've made it clear he's dead to me, but he's still haunting me up until now." "Pfft!" Kyoko immediately covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her laughter. Now she understood what Akiko meant.

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

I don’t believe in ghosts, but maybe I should. Wait a minute. Do ghosts wear cologne to mask that pungent, deathly stink while they haunt someone’s home? I don’t think so. Thank heavens I finally get my legs to work. I grab my cellphone from the nightstand. I feel his burning gaze follow me as I make my way to the bathroom, my bare feet padding heavily across the floorboards. The house is quiet but he’s quieter. I can't even hear him breathing. I don't need the light because I know where exactly to go without bumping into my wardrobe or the fluffy cushion sitting in the center of my room. The moment I enter the bathroom, I lock the door. My fingers tremble as I dial 911.

I sighed and prepared to microwave a box of macaroni and cheese. But when I turned around, I spotted a note pressed under something on the table. It was in Nathaniel’s familiar handwriting, though this time, his note held a hint of cold anger. [Wasteful.] I was stunned for a moment before I burst out laughing. This ghost was not just a good cook, but he was also thrifty and responsible. I liked that. I immediately picked up a pen and wrote back. [My bad, Nat. It’s just a joke. Let’s just stick to homemade food from now on. I won’t bring up that extravagant nonsense again, okay?]

I met his concerned gaze and replied, "He's okay now, he just has to go for check-ups occasionally." Suddenly, Jasper's panicked voice filled the room. "Ah! Mommy, there's a ghost in the bathroom!" he shrieked, bursting out of the bathroom. Micheal stopped stirring and turned to Jasper with a playful look on his face. "A ghost? Are you daydreaming?" he teased, his eyes sparkling. Just as I prepared to explain, Kian emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, his muscular chest glistening with water droplets. My heart fluttered as I sensed an unspoken tension in the air.

Go back to the dorm and reflect on yourself. I ignored him and turned toward Mason, who was sitting on the sofa in the lounge area. Mason had one leg crossed over the other, holding an iced Americano, watching the drama unfold at his leisure. When he saw me looking, he raised his brows provocatively and waved his phone. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I took it out. Mason had posted a private story. The photo showed him sitting on the hood of my race car, one foot planted on my new tires.

She leads me into the bathroom, her strong hand guiding me at the small of my back. When we came to the doorstep, she looked at the bathroom with disgust firing rapid Mandarin that I could not understand or dared to translate into my head. She switched on the lights but it was no better than the bulb over the cot. The lights were every exorcist telling of paranormal, it automatically turned on and off with a buzzing sound which only added to the creepiness of the bathroom.

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

Closing the door, I said my gratitude and Kate waved at me before driving off. I walked into the building and rushed to the elevator. Just as the doors were about to close, the person inside held it up and I finally got in. I muttered a quick thanks and dropped my gaze to the small brown box with white decorative swirls designed on it. I couldn't wait to see Higan and knowing that he could be up in a few minutes turned my stomach into knots. If he doesn't scream in joy after seeing me, I'll tell him to go back and do it again.

I have also changed into some decent clothes even though I hated to admit that she was right, and it was really not that comfortable wearing nothing but a robe all the time. Good thing I found a pair of high-waisted denim jeans from one of the bags and tucked in a pink tank top. I was on the balcony, inhaling the cool dusk air when I noticed the door to my room open and the devil came in. Annoyance immediately overwhelmed my senses and scorned at the sight of him. “Leave.” He addresses Hana just as she emerges from the closets. She was surprised to see him, as I noted as her eyes widened even more, but then she hastily obeyed without a word and skedaddle out of the room as though her heels w