Japanese Toilet Ghost Novels & Stories

I gulped hearing a sob from the last cubicle. I turned around and walked towards the cubicle in the corner. The closer I got, the louder the cry and moan echoed. My heart almost exploded when someone entered the toilet. Two female outsiders looked at each other, scared. I was able to identify them because they were wearing visitor IDs. “I think we entered the haunted comfort room the students were talking about. Let’s go out of here.” “If I were you, I’ll leave too,” the lady with dark hair advised me. So this was one of the hunted places they were talking about. This toilet is located near the field and only lost visitors and janitors enter here because of the circulating rumor.

Phillips had given us out of anger before break was over and I knew that the conversation between Sam and I could turn out to be a long one, so it was better to take on my punishment first, before anything else. Tasha and I split the toilets. I washed the female toilet, while she washed the male toilet. She was tough enough to do that. After making sure that the toilet was all clean, I washed my hands and then I started hearing a barfing sound. Someone was throwing up, right in this toilet. I walked towards the sound and saw Hilda throwing up in the sink and worst was, she was throwing up, black goo. What the hell was that? I had never seen someone throwing up stuff like that. Was she sick o

The ghost looked at me with pleading eyes. "Those are talismans of Gong tau," Miyako whispered; Chinese black magic. "Those are finger bones," the friendless one added. Smashing them seemed like the sane thing to do. Pamela wouldn't have liked that excuse. I held up each trinket before the ghost. The first one - nothing. The second one - pleading. The third one - nothing. I had to be sure. I smashed the second one. The ghost's shape rippled then began to fade.

Elena curls herself on the desk, scurrying away from Ghost’s sniffing, her face drained of blood. “You didn’t tell me you have an overgrown cat in your house!” “Don’t run,” I advise, “It’ll only make him curious.” “You should have left me at the auction. It’s better to bed a fat guy rather than end up in a tiger’s stomach for dinner.” She moves around the desk, dropping things on it. My OCD kicks in, seeing the mess. Troublesome woman. Ghost jumps and puts his paws on the desk, just inches from her, his nose twitching as he sniffs her. Then, without warning, he nudges her ankle with his massive head.

They were on the last train for the day, and it was also a rush hour,the two of them were crammed up against the window there. Gianna looked out the window, and suddenly, for a split second, her eyes glazed over! Scott's head was right in front of her, and she moved his head out of the way, desperately looking out. Scott murmured."What is it?" Gianna's face was horrified, "I think I just saw a ghost!" Scott frowned: "Are you kidding me?There's no such thing as ghosts." But Gianna was sure of what she saw. She saw someone who was supposed to be dead.

Maybe, just maybe, the ghost is afraid of playing with my body deodorant. That was the only explanation I can come up with, unfortunately… THE END ++++++++++++++ Well, that was a very different and unique way of dealing with malevolent spirits. In India too, no less… Now that I think about it, I’ve not heard of any case like this one. Nevertheless, I hope you have enjoyed it, dear reader. Even possibly learned from it, as well. So now I bid you goodnight and hope to see you again soon here at the Supernatural Spa. This is your Storyteller, The Diwata saying… Fare thee well!

You are welcome to come in. We have been looking forward to seeing you." There was an elderly lady dressed in a kimono. If my memory serves me correctly, they are Japanese as shown by their accent. We followed their lead and bowed as well. We followed her as she went. "This is the path that will take you to your detached room." She walked inside a room and pointed. "Not to mention that the view from your private open-air bath is simply breathtaking."

When I turned back around, I noticed a new note pinned to the table. It was the same familiar handwriting, but the strokes seemed to carry a hint of chill this time. "Squanderer." I froze, then started laughing out loud. So this ghost couldn't just cook—she was also a thrifty, budget-conscious woman. I liked that. I immediately grabbed a pen and wrote back, "Sorry, Ivy. I was just joking. From now on, let's stick to regular dishes. I won't bring up such ridiculous things anymore." I made sure to apologize sincerely.

I decided to free the cockroach outside the window but I got startled when I heard Jiroo screamed loudly which caused the jar to slip on my hands and shatter on the floor. "Jiroo!" I called and ran out of the kitchen but I bumped into Jiroo's body and we both stumbled on the floor. "What the hell, Roo?!" "There are ghosts at the door!" Jiroo said frighteningly and crawled behind me and hid himself. "W-what? A g-ghost?!" I stuttered and I immediately stood up but Jiroo grabbed the towel and it slipped away from my lower body, exposing my length. "Holy shit, Liam! That was huge since the last time I saw that!"

Seeing Nicholas' gaze shift to the top of the counter, she leaned in to check. It was a rat. Its outline wasn't so solid and distinct and she could have sworn it was a ghost rat. Holding Nicholas' left arm, she eyed the rat and asked "Nicholas, is this what I think it is?" "It might be, depending on what you are thinking." Geneva was sure he was replying just for the sake of it. She pursed her lips and eyed him too. It definitely was a ghost rat. She had two ghosts in her house! One was annoying her everyday and the other one was breaking her China wares!