Hanako The Bathroom Ghost Novels & Stories

He had no idea what to do, but he knew he had to find someone to keep on selling this lie. He knew today was supposed to be his official day back at school, but he wasn't mentally stable to go back and he knew it. Struggling to recover from his mother's demise and now he is seeing Ghosts. He got into his bathroom to wash up and prepare for school. Turned on the shower and stood still as the water paraded his skin and him exhaling, he felt calm at least. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, and immediately saw Tasha calling his name, her eyes filled with darkness and Her hand stretching out to him. He couldn't move, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. He couldn't breat

"Zoe, it still won't recognize my fingerprint. Sorry to trouble you again." "No problem. We're colleagues. In theory, once it's registered on my end, there shouldn't be an issue. Just keep trying when you can," she said, smiling as she took the drink and fixed my attendance. To withstand the cold, I brought a hat and a thick blanket, wrapping myself tightly at my desk. Anna, who sat next to me, joked, "Emma, you're wrapped up like a burrito. What, are you trying to be the office mascot?"

“Thank you. I do my haunting with finesse.” Echo giggled. And for one strange, ridiculous second… our little ghost-human-ghost trio actually felt like a team.

Hani did a fake gag. "Okkkkk... Now I have to go, what was the room number... 1... 10... yes 1089." Tae-Hoon moved ahead to find that room while stumbling and Hani followed him like a puppy following its owner, Tae-Hoon was reading all the numberplates outside each room and he found the one written as 1089, he opened the door, inserting the key. He went in and was about to close the door when Hani pushed the door a bit. "Can I come in? I cannot find my mom and there are skunks here and I am scared of them." she said blinking innocently and pouting like a child.

Hiroshi bowed his head respectfully and said, “Don’t worry, Miss. I’ll do my best!” Nanako smiled slightly and said, “Thank you, Tanaka-san. I’ll go in and see my father first.” Meanwhile, Yahiko was sitting in a wheelchair parked in the middle of his bedroom and study room. Yahiko’s room was a suite with a bedroom and a study room, and the interior decoration was a typical Japanese-style room with tatami mats throughout the room. A brand new hakama was hanging on the wall, and this was the hakama that he had had his craftsman tailor last year for his fiftieth birthday.

His hands kept scratching the head that didn’t itch. “Hihihi...” a woman’s laughter sounded familiar in Reno’s ears. He lifted his head, sure enough there was a kuntilanak beside him, apparently the kuntilanak was laughing at Reno. Kuntilanak is a female ghost who has long hair and always wears a white robe. She has a unique laugh and she can fly too.

Hana thought her eyes that had been closed immediately opened wide and stared at the completely empty tissue holder. "Damn it!" shouted Hana cursing, not caring if anyone would hear it this time. Under these circumstances, Hana also forgot her cell phone. So, how could he contact Rita or Serena? While the bathroom room is quite far in the corner. If you have to use water, Hana's skirt will get wet. It seemed like she had to curse herself as much as she could think of to wear a skirt today.

He decides to make shrimp soup, hoping that she will like it as she did in the past. Sound of the doorbell interrupts his thoughts. He goes to the main door and checks the screen. Bo JI Won is trying to break open the door. He unlocks it and lets the storm come inside. She doesn't even give him a glance and walks straight to Ahn Hana. "Hana." She blinks her eyes, trying to accept what she is seeing. Ahn Hana’s skin is almost white. She barely has any flesh. There is an otherworldly look in her warm eyes and a detached smile on her lips like she has been stolen by the fairies and returned to the world.

"Aah...stubborn are we not? I like that. Before anything else..." Suddenly a running water can be heard from the bathroom. Frowning, she looks at her bathroom's direction. What is it this time? "You might want to turn that off." He suggested. She stood up and walk towards her bathroom. The faucet is open, how's that possible? 'Did the ghost do it?' 'Get away from him Ariz!' There's that voice again. 'How?' She thought. There's only one door and it will be impossible to reach it without Dankworth noticing her. She looked at the bathroom window, it's too narrow for her to fit in. 'Do you want me to play dead?'

That maybe, in the future he wants to work on a comic company. But, if you would look closely, Landon's sketches are about his schoolmate's death. He detailed everything, from their favorite clothes, to the way they will die. It is too gruesome for a fourteen-year-old boy like him. What he didn't know is that somebody's watching him from outside his window. A man wearing a black hoodie and baseball cap. This man stare at him curiously; studying him, and learning everything about him. This man knows the sadness that Landon is going through, and he means to do something about it.