Hantu Toilet Novels & Stories

"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.

Francis, the other bodyguard spoke as he guided to the bathroom and waited outside. Inside the washroom was an elegant toilet. Everything was white from the toilet to the ceilings and the floor. The walls were tiled with white porcelain tiles. Every third tile had am emblem on it. It was the company logo. He stared in, taking in the fine designs, " this is just a bathroom, yet it is so beautifully designed". He washed his face, dampened his hair and dusted his clothes making himself presentable before exiting.

Turning a blind eye to the delicacies on the dinner plate, Fiona went into the bathroom to relieve her bladder. Standing in the middle of the bathroom- no, no one in their right mind will call this a ‘bathroom’ moreover, even the cheapest hotels can provide a decent one with better facilities than this here. Fiona stared at the only things, a bathtub, toilet seat and a sink occupied in the said ‘bathroom’. There is nothing. No shower head or hand shower but a wall mixer is fixed in the middle between the bathtub with a small vent together with a window beside it and the toilet seat. The sink is attached to the near corner.

said one of Natalie's three friends, after their whispering was over. Shortly after that, Natalie suddenly closed the toilet door and locked it from the outside. Next one of the girl's friends went up the stairs and threw a bucket of dirty water right over Henzie's body. Splash! The sound of splashing water was heard coming out of the toilet, making Henzie scream from inside the toilet when she felt her clothes were wet and dirty now. "Who did this?!" shrieked Henzie in annoyance. "Who else if not me?!" Natalie laughed loudly from outside the toilet. She looked very happy when she found out her plan was a success.

Soft, ambient lighting created an intimate atmosphere, while large windows allowed the moonlight to filter in, casting a gentle glow. Elaine gazed around, taking in the tasteful artwork that adorned the walls, the cozy sitting area by the fireplace, and the stunning en-suite bathroom. Mystro led her into the bathroom, which seemed more like a private spa retreat. Marble countertops gleamed under the soft lighting, and a sunken jacuzzi tub promised moments of pure indulgence. "And here, is the spacious toilet," Mystro chuckled, opening the door to reveal a lavatory fit for a king. The toilet was indeed spacious, with gold accents and complex tile patterns on the floor.

A basic toilet and sink were in a tiny cubicle that would only fit one person at a time. "It's not pleasant to do your business on the other side of a very thin wall, but it's functional." Fatima and Shaun looked at each other. It felt strange to be learning all the ins and outs of the mafia but to still be shocked by something like a panic room with a built-in washroom. Saskia took these things in stride, but she'd grown up surrounded by the accoutrements of the mafia. Saskia settled on the floor next to Fatima and pulled a dried fruit leather from her pile of goodies.

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.”

He grunted softly when he saw his pants slightly bulging. It was just a word, but Hans was having trouble controlling his thoughts. "Why did you have to get up now?" he grumbled, scolding that small part of his body. Hans took a deep breath and then got up. "Looks like I'll have to deal with this myself," Hans muttered as he looked for the nearest restroom. ****

He seems not bother on what I did, thankfully. I went inside the other room in this huge bathroom. There is a cubicle in here for the toilet bowl. I sighed and unzipped my fly. I could not help but to help my self to let those semen out of me. I was panting and trying my self not to moan because this cubicle is not soundproof but this whole bathroom is. Unfortunately, Dhaxzy is bathing himself near the cubicle.