Hantu Toilet Novels & Stories

"Dad, I want to go to the toilet." Emery saw that the toilet was not far away, so he nodded for his daughter to go. "Hatice, I'm going to the toilet." Warren also said he wanted to go to the toilet. "No need to tell me about going to the toilet." Hatice smiled at him. Warren's expression seemed strange, and he quickly walked towards the toilet. But when he reached the toilet door, he pretended to be absent-minded and threw something into the trash can. Witta saw all these actions very clearly. Warren threw the thing away and hurriedly left. Witta quickly ran to the trash can to pick it up, her two little legs following Warren.

Hannah was the last to have the stomach ache attack, but she soon started to vomit and pooped herself too. The entire living room was more stinky than the public toilets by the roadside, and the stench was off the roof! It was such a sore sight to see! Harold’s buttocks were full of excrement. He struggled to find a clean spot to sit, but there was no strength left inside him. His face twisted into an agonizing grimace as he whined, “Grandma, what did you put in the dumplings? Something must be wrong with the dumplings!”