Hantu Toilet Novels & Stories

There was only one wooden door that couldn’t close tightly. I stared at the building, anxiety creeping back in. “It’s quite simple,” I said, trying to calm myself. “Yes, but it serves its purpose,” Julien replied. “And I’ll wait right here.” “Thank you,” I replied, feeling grateful. He stood near the door, looking ready in case I needed help. A large bucket of water and a scoop were visible inside when I peeked in. I took a deep breath. Okay, Aisha. This is just a toilet. You can open a human chest in the operating room; how can you be scared of using a toilet like this?

Galante Will Break By Tuesday: The Plumbing: The hot water doesn't just smell like pennies; it randomly turns to ice mid-shower if the guy in 3B flushes his toilet. The Noise: The walls are made of papier-mâché. The couple upstairs has screaming matches every night at 2:00 AM, followed by what sounds like competitive furniture moving. The Wildlife: We have a resident raccoon named Barnaby who aggressively guards the dumpsters in the alley. Barnaby does not respect designer cashmere. He was a Galante. He dined with politicians and drove cars that cost more than my entire bloodline's net worth. He wasn't going to last seventy-two hours in a run-down apartment complex in the gritty part of the

The second the door shut behind me, I dropped my suitcase, unbuttoned my pants, and jogged straight for the bathroom. The lights glowed on automatically. Heated floors. A eucalyptus diffuser in the corner. And the toilet... dear God. White marble seat with a tiny wall remote. A smart toilet. High-tech. Probably capable of conversation if I bothered to say hello. But I wasn’t in the mood for small talk with luxury appliances. I collapsed onto it like a soldier returning from war. Finally.

But it looks like someone was watching them. Hana parked her automatic motorbike at the office, it was still early, so there weren't many people. There was only the security guard, and mang Masep—the cleaner. As soon as Hana entered, she was greeted warmly by them. "The bathroom downstairs can't be used anymore, just use the one on top!" Mang Kasep, who already knew about Hana's bathing habit, quickly informed her before Hana entered the bathroom. Hana nodded, "What's wrong, Mang? Anyway, is there shampoo or not? Forgot I brought it earlier, there's no shampoo in my locker either!"

he said, pouring Nate another shot. “This is such a small bathroom,” Oliver remarked to Williams as they entered the single toilet powder room. The florescent lighting was dim and buzzing, and the concrete block walls were decorated with all manner of graffiti, phone numbers and obscene drawings. There was a sink with a cabinet underneath, a poorly lit mirror, the toilet with the seat up and no lid, a paper towel dispenser and a toilet paper holder, and that was pretty much it. “Yes, don’t worry, I will turn my back, I just want to make sure no one comes in on you,” Xavier assured her.

“How to have sex with Hunter Black. You like going for classes, you’ll enjoy this one, I’m sure.” My good Goddess. He even winked in his voice. I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. The worst thing is: I didn’t think it was a bad idea because sex with Hunter is—and has been—undescribably…. “Did you hear? Apparently, the boy's lavatory is haunted.” Eva winced in disgust at the peas in her plate. “Level 3 of the Sci-Tech building. Fish and peas? Fish and chips, you mean educators!”

Dirty, cracked vinyl floors pulled away from the walls, and the once white tub was brown on the bottom, the surrounding tiles covered in mildew. The whole thing was straight out of a horror movie. Then again, I was in the middle of one, so it didn’t faze me too much after what had already happened. I stared down at the toilet with its chipped seat and discolored bowl. Being my only option, I heaved a sigh and sat down. It wasn’t like I really needed to be concerned with germs anyway. My mind was quiet, still stunned. I was going through the motions, drifting in an ocean of uncertainty. How was I going to get out of this mess?

I ignored it and pushed to my feet anyway. The bathroom was through the second door. Of course it was gorgeous. White marble, a shower big enough to host a small party, a freestanding tub, double sinks with backlit mirrors. A row of identical black bottles lined one side. I picked one up. Custom labels. CASSANDRA HUNTINGTON – Signature Scent

Alora’s words still lingered in her ears. ‘I have nothing, so what should I be afraid of?’ She laughed at herself and took out her phone. She opened the calendar. The time limit was one month. She never knew that a month was so short. 5 million bucks. Where could she get 5 million bucks? She stopped looking at her phone and walked out of the toilet. The toilet on the lower ground floor of East Emperor was shared between males and females. There were individual cubicles, so there was also privacy for everyone.

Furthermore, this toilet is located at the end of the east building, beside the deserted Lecture Hall 5. Lim clenched his fist and boldly entered the toilet. As soon as he enters, though, he regrets his decision almost immediately. He is shuddering as a gust of chilling wind assaults his body out of nowhere. His body is almost toppling over on the floor. Luckily, the floor is dry, or he will face an imminent danger of slipping.