The Bathroom Ghost Novels & Stories

He keeps his gaze fixed ahead, his black eyes still hollow and terrifying, as he carries me out of the bedroom. The bathroom felt miles long. With every step he takes, the floorboards don't even creak; he moves with the silence of a ghost. When we reach the bathroom, the air is already heavy with the scent of rising steam. He had moved with such supernatural speed earlier that the tub was already filling, the water swirling in a violent, hot torrent.

Two other doors were in the room which I guess was for kitchen and bathroom and to my upmost surprise the tap was running in the bathroom. That can’t be possible since I am the only one there but what if it was a ghost? A ghost can’t probably follow me from a movie to real life, right? Ever since I acted in a horror movie, stuffs like these always freaked me out. I stood in front of the door, my hands lingering to open it but the fear of finding a ghost there was literally holding me back. After I found my courage, I turned the door knob and looked inside only to hear screams and not just from the person inside who was taking a bath but also from me.

or something worse. We split up and started searching the room. We checked everything—the table, the wardrobe, drawers, anything that might hide a clue. I moved slowly toward the bathroom, pushing the door open with my fingertips. The smell hit me first. Then I saw a skeleton, curled up on the bathroom floor near the toilet. It looked like it had died in pain. The bones were dry and yellowed. “Ahhh!” I screamed, stumbling back and slamming the door shut. My chest heaved as I tried to breathe, hands shaking.

“She wants to trap your soul here. If you want to live, you have to retrieve the part of the soul you lost! “Go to the bathroom. Lock it! No matter how abandoned the bathroom looks, pretend that it’s normal. Fill the tub with water and lay in it. When noon arrives tomorrow, your soul will return to you. Remember! If you want to live, no matter what you hear and feel, do not leave the tub!” At that moment, I heard something shuffling outside. It sounded like something was trying to crawl in. Before I could ask more about it, something broke through the door. Maggots fell out of the wife’s rotten face. She crawled forward on all fours and left behind a trail of blood. When she saw me, she smil

"But you’ve forgotten one thing about ghosts, Kennedy. We don't just haunt. We 'hunt'." She turned on her heel and walked out, leaving him standing in the wreckage of his own panic. As she stepped back into the hallway, the world suddenly tilted. The sterile, fluorescent lights became too bright, and the smell of the floor wax became an unbearable, choking cloud. The nausea hit her like a physical blow. She bolted for the executive restroom, barely making it into a stall before she was sick. She stayed there, huddled on the floor, her forehead pressed against the cool tile. She was shaking, her hand clutching her stomach.

The only time I entered this room were on, what was his names, insistence, his hands gripping me with a desperation that almost suffocated me below the water on the tub. As I finally take in the entirety of the disordered space, I observe that the bathroom is fully equipped, a new toothbrush lay on the countertop still in its wrapping, and toothpaste much the same. Fruity body wash fit for a woman stands on the shelf by the bath, which is sparkling white and completely empty. The walls seem to close in, painted in a stark shade of white that heightens my sense of entrapment. Yet, in the shadows of my thoughts, a nagging suspicion gnaws at me: is there a hidden camera watching my every move,

She refused to believe Lexi was haunting her. She wanted to call Anna, but she knew Anna was likely with Carlo. And even if she did call, Anna wouldn’t believe her—she never believed in ghosts. "Maybe ghosts aren’t real. Maybe my mind is just playing tricks on me," she whispered, trying to convince herself. A sudden noise from the bathroom made her freeze. Her heart pounded wildly. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to check. The moment she peered inside, her breath hitched. The faucet was on, water dripping onto the tiled floor.

*pop* After being dismissed, the house-elf disappeared in another soft pop. Erik then looked around at the floor of the corridor and saw a little water running from inside the near bathroom. Still with Joan in a princess carry, he entered the female bathroom. He looked around and saw that the water was coming from the toilets. Looking around a little more, he was soon attracted by a shrill feminine voice. "You can't be here, this is the female bathroom! Boys are not allowed here!" Erik looked at the owner of the voice and saw a female young ghost floating over the toilet cubicles. He noticed that she should be no older than fourteen and was wearing the School's uniform, in Ravenclaw's colors

The air in the bathroom was thick and stifling, the humidity clinging to me like a second skin. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on my breathing, trying to wrestle back control from the wild impulses threatening to consume me. Then, suddenly, the air shifted. I felt it…a ripple, a disturbance that sent a chill down my spine. Someone was there. My eyes snapped open, scanning the room, but the bathroom was empty. Still, the feeling didn’t leave. It grew stronger, like an invisible hand brushing against my skin. I swallowed hard, heart pounding as I fought the urge to call out.

Its so dark and only the candles are the source of light around the hallway. Should I really go? Or maybe not. But I dont want to pee on my dress. Anastasia wants to cry. In the end, with the sudden courage inside her, she force herself to walk around the hallway. Its too scary, dark and quiet. Only her footsteps can be heard. After a long walk, she finally arrive at the bathroom. And when she's done and finally walking back through her room, she suddenly heard another footsteps that is obviously not hers. Is it a ghost?