Japanese Toilet Ghost Novels & Stories

He said with a laugh. “No I can’t, I have a couple meetings tomorrow and those damn bowls are giving me a run for my money.” She said and turned picking one up off the top of the toilet seat. Seriously? The bathroom, she was starting to wonder if the items were just possessed with a prankster ghost or something. They didn’t feel malicious and didn’t react badly to holy items. “Yeah? Where’d they end up now?”

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

“Yeah well...the good news is, our hygiene is much better.” She gasped, turning to face me with an urgent look. “Please tell me the bathroom facilities are from this century.” she sounded quite distressed. Honestly I couldn’t stop laughing at her reactions. “Yeah, no worries. I actually just installed a bunch of Japanese toilets all through the castle. We also have WiFi and N*****x.” “Super exciting. Can I go to my room now. I need to wash the stink of travel off me.” I quirked an eyebrow. “We came by private plane.”

A very injured ninja who moves like she's eighty years old. The bathroom is a whole new level of depressing. It looks like a crime scene from a discount detective show. The mirror has a crack running through it that looks suspiciously like someone punched it. I'm choosing to believe it was a ghost. A very angry ghost with poor impulse control. The shower curtain has a pattern that I think was supposed to be flowers but looks more like sad blobs. The tiles are that specific shade of beige that screams "we gave up on life in 1987."

Jazz: “Wow. Idiot. You might get caught. We’ll both get in trouble.” Me: “Don’t worry. Trust me.” Jazz: “Alright. It’s up to you. If you get caught, it’s on you.” Me: “Anyway, did you shower just for me? /winked emoji/” Jazz: “Uh, yeah? Hahaha! But you know what? I discovered something while I was showering earlier.” Me: “What?” Jazz: “The bidet.” Me: “Bidet? The toilet bidet? What about it?”

*Third POV* “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

His dignity had been flushed down the drain somewhere between the fourth and the seventh riddle. "I'll sleep this over," he told himself quietly, sinking even lower into the bath. "And pretend this horror never happened." The steam rose. Godzilla's ghost cracked somewhere in his memory. He moaned again. ---------- *MOONCREST TERRITORY* --- The mud room breathed.

A frog? My gaze moved over the floor, searching for anything that was out of order—until I saw the creature that had Emily hysterical, and I broke down in laughter. Is she serious right now? A little green lizard was sitting on her sponge in the center of the shower, soaked to the bone. It looked even more misunderstood and afraid of Emily than she was of it. "It's not funny!" Emily yelled angrily. "So the big bad warrior is scared of a teeny tiny lizard," Ghost yapped, rolling his eyes amused. "That's a first!"

All of a sudden she appeared before Hea. Hea's feet were glued to the ground and a shiver ran down her spine. She saw a meager female in front of her eyes that had a hole in her neck and the blood flowed down from it all. These ghosts had terrible scars upon their appearance which had died in terrible traffic accidents. She tilted her head and a malicious grin appeared on her face. She screamed with her whole heart and Jungkun repulsed the ghost lady with his powers. Her strange and stinky coil smell hit her nose and she felt nauseous. She couldn't tolerate the smell and started throwing up.

I didn't want her to have any bad reminders waiting for her when she woke up. Crossing the threshold into the hallway bathroom, I looked into the toilet. Expecting to find the typical vomit, I was horrified to find what looked like an organ floating in the pinkish water of the bowl. I had to cover my own mouth and dart for the trashcan before I emptied my own stomach.