Hantu Toilet Novels & Stories

He said to Nagar as he bent and gazed at the liquid beneath and watched the Kampft Counter if it would react. The horizontal bar at the top left corner of his screen does not move. He waited for it to rise but it did not. It would only mean that the liquid is not paranormal in nature. He walked back and continued with the third room, which also had fell in ruins as if some typhoon ravaged it. Wooden splinters from the furniture were scattered everywhere. The bathroom, still had no toilet bowl, remained dirty. No dark murky liquid can be seen anywhere but the white walls were stained with a black matter. He focused at it and let the Kampft Counter analyze the material. It never hurt to be sur

and the guards, the damn guards! Well no more excuses, if I can find time to runaway with a deaf stranger, four fucking times I might add, then I can find time to do my actual fucking job. I'm taking my fear and I'm shoving it far up my ass! Anyways, no offense, but Janet is insane. There is no need to do any of the stuff she’s been saying for the past thirty minutes. The toilet is already spotless I seriously cannot imagine it being any cleaner than this. I pour in a bit of all the liquids and powders she gave to me earlier and give the toilet a vigorous scrub.

His ass would rip, and no surgeon could put him back together after. Flushing the toilet like a good boy, Joe paddled back to bed excitedly with his towel laid out and toys. The lube was already a third gone, and Joe wondered if he could get more from Wanda’s for a discount. They were expensive, but he knew they were great because of that special slight aphrodisiac effect and self-sanitising properties. Coating his fingers generously, Joe slipped two fingers inside and wondered if he should be stretching himself first. The cock harness reminded Joe that he shouldn’t get erect too quickly, or putting that on would be difficult.

He pointed behind him to the bathroom. I stepped through admiring the ocean themed bathroom. Over the toilet tank was a little woven basket with toiletries for women, pads and tampons both. I thought it was sweet of Caterina to have a basket like that for her female guests. I was washing my hands with warm water when I started thinking of the date. Holy fuck, I'm late! The water continued to pour over my hands as I stood there frozen. I ran through the dates in my head again, but every time I did I came up 5 days late now. How did I not notice?

My nose is under attack by a stinky cloud so powerful I might just faint right here on the floor. “It stinks, I swear I would die of inhaling this acid if I don’t leave,” I murmur to myself, trying to find space beside the cramped toilet bowl. My hands are pressed to my nose, but even this action doesn’t help reduce the smell in any way. “What if someone tries to come in to take a poop? What do I do then?” I ask myself in panic. “There are over three hundred toilets; let’s hope no one is drawn to this particular one.”

All the mod cons. I opened the door expecting the usual hole in the ground, but was stunned to find an actual toilet, with a wooden seat. There was no flush, so it was probably just a deep hole with a chair over it, but it felt like I’d just walked into the penthouse suite of some fancy hotel. There was even toilet paper! Well, a stack of dried leaves, but they really felt smooth and soft. I sat there, enjoying the near normality, when the sound of water splashing told me someone was probably washing their hands in the trough. I then overheard the following conversation:

Obviously, their ‘defecationaire’ as pronounced by Zubi, one of their female mate. Locked in the room along with them, the ‘defecationaire'; a bucket with a lid, given to them by their captors to answer nature’s call; was a constant source of irritation and odour. It was kept at a corner of the room as far away as it could be from everyone. It was a circular room, not small but not big enough either. “Who’s the next person to take the 'defecationaire' out?” Aisha asked, a bit too loudly for the rest of their mates benefit.

"By the way, the one in the corner is the toilet, right?" "Yeah, why is that? You want us to make out there?” "Haphazard! I want to wash my face!” Hannan chuckled and let Dhea go to the toilet in the corner of the room, while he chose to get more mineral water for his lover because the previous one seemed to have run out. "Do you want to eat here or with my co-workers, Love?" Hannan asked when he saw Dhea coming out of the toilet. "How are you usually doing?" asked Dea back. "I just follow how you usually do."

All right, she didn't know where else to go, considering that if she couldn't stop herself from urinating immediately, then Hana's mind would be distracted and not think about the situation around her. "Gosh, this building is so wide, that I can't meet James who doesn't know where he is now. Even I can't even find a toilet," muttered Hana and after that she started walking fast and was quite focused with what's around it, for the sake of a toilet of course. Hana smiled happily when she had found it. In fact, the place was far away from the crowds, of course, one wouldn't be surprised about that. Without waiting any longer, Hana immediately got in there and started doing her unbearable activi