Hantu Toilet Novels & Stories

My usual bartending job is a dive compared to this place, and not just because I have made double what I would typically make in tips. The hallway is bordering on opulent, with chandeliers hanging from above and navy wallpaper that just screams money. Every door I have passed in my search for a toilet has had a gold handle—and I think they're actual gold. I wince, doing a little shuffle as I pry open the next door and find another bedroom, my bladder’s insistence interrupting my admiration again. I spot the tub through the open door and chew my lower lip for a moment of contemplation. My bladder threatens me one more time, and I know there's no chance of me making it to the actual bathroom.

A gargoyle was positioned with a level tap handle within hands reach. “A squat toilet,” she realized and saw his surprise. “Some human cultures use them too.” There were handles built into the carvings, places for the squatter to hold onto if their balance was impacted, she imagined. And a fish was positioned to spit water and wash the squatter’s region like a bidet. There was no door to the room. It made sense, she thought, that a people who walked around naked, and apparently went at leisure whilst swimming in their Mer form, would not find the bathroom a place requiring privacy.

Sam slipped out of the room quietly, walking toward the toilet. Adrian, having sighted him, followed behind without drawing attention. Sam didn’t notice him at all, even when he glanced back to be sure no one was near. Adrian could already tell he was up to something—perhaps this was the chance to finally gather evidence, the only way to prove his point. Each room in the mansion had its own toilet, but there was also a general one available for guests. The house, a two-story building sprawled across four plots of land, held fourteen different rooms. Because of its size, a wide public toilet had been built in the middle of the hallway, large enough to contain several people at once—especially

But as I turned to face the room, my lips parted in astonishment. What kind of bathroom… is this? A spa? Luxury resort? In the center of the space was a wide, steaming tub... Or I guess, a pool. Filled with warm water, judging by the soft vapor rising from its surface. The far front wall was made entirely of glass again, revealing a breathtaking view of the treetops and distant grass fields sprawled across the land like a living painting. “W-Where’s the toilet?” I murmured in frustration, spinning around and scanning the luxurious space. I squeezed my eyes shut for a second in disbelief before spotting it, tucked all the way to the side, against the edge of a brick wall!

Han said while talking to himself in the wall mirror. Han takes a few more minutes to stay in the comfort room to not be caught by Stella. While walking back and forth inside the comfort room he entered one of the rooms in the CR and he saw poop. He felt nauseous, he wanted to get out of there immediately, "So disgusting, what kind of human they are." He said. After a couple of minutes, he went outside to check if Stella was still in the cafe Stella's presence was not there anymore so he ran fast to his car.

The weight already made her arms ache, but she clenched her teeth. The first women’s bathroom on the ground floor was large — twelve stalls, huge mirrors, stainless steel sinks. The smell of old urine and cheap perfume lingered in the air despite the air conditioning. “Here, princess,” Carla said, pointing to the first toilet. “This one is especially ‘happy’ today. Someone puked at lunch. Clean it with care.” Vivian leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching. “And don’t forget to wipe behind the door. The day shift girls complain if it’s dirty.”

I feel like I want to take a deep breath when I see that the corridor I came out just now looks empty. "Sha!" Nami Called my name again, make me panicked to find an answer to her question.But suddenly she covered her mouth as if she remembered something bad "Sha? Did you see anything strange in the toilet?” her face suddenly turned pale, "If so, it looks like what you just saw was Nancy, the ghost that has been haunting my house for decades!" She hugged her shoulders while shuddering. “Oh.. Oh, right! I just saw a woman floating in the toilet!”

Fallon hoped that Warren would keep a harem of mistresses at his disposal, to spare her the torture of his sweaty body atop of hers. Yet again his lecherous eyes roamed over her body, and Fallon pulled her shawl tighter around her, covering her bosom. He smiled and her disgust was doubled as she noticed something she’d forgotten. He was missing two front teeth, and what remained in his mouth was beginning to rot.

"Is that because there's a leak or something?" "No, sweetie." She patted my arm. "That's where the . . . well, that's a composting toilet. It means there's no system for flushing it or anything like that-it's not connected to a waste tank. Didn't you wonder about the water hook-up? The electric?" I blinked at her. And then as understanding rolled over me like a wave on the beach, I shook my head. "I never even thought about it."

There was a pipe that could easily come loose— as soon as someone touched it, water and filth would rain down on her head. I saw her pick up the brush, and open the door of the toilet as I stood a far distance from her and videoed it. I waited outside and smiled. *** Carla’s pov I stood in front of the toilet and peered down. It looked awful. It stank as if something had crawled in there to die. I pinched my nose closed and fought back the urge to gag.