The Bathroom Ghost Novels & Stories

I had a quick shower and stepped out of my bathroom. A scent hit me with full force the moment I stepped into my bathroom. Citrus and sandalwood. My eyes scanned the room while my heart rate spiked up. He wasn't here then how? I've come to understand that he enjoyed playing ghost but– Was he in here last night? The door to my bathroom stayed locked through the entirety of last night. I let out a breathe of relief. My biggest relieve was that he didn't see me last night. With the unsettling feeling in my chest. I got dressed quickly and basically ran out the room, clad in a simple jeans and T-shirt.

Laura The lavish bathroom looked like a crime scene. Steam clung to the air, laced with the sharp aroma of the woodsy bath. The mist blurred the mirrors, the light, everything. Shards of glass scattered across the marble floor, and a ribbon of red bled into the bathwater's cool blue. Horror scraped down my spine. I pressed my lip tightly, holding back a squeal. “No, no, no.” He had drowned in the bath. I knelt beside the jacuzzi bathtub, my trembling hands diving inside the water as I dragged him out with every ounce of strength I had.

I reached out to turn off the water, my hand hesitating on the shower knob, when suddenly she said, "Don't turn off the water," she pleaded softly. "You won't be able to see me or hear what I've come to tell you." With trembling hands, I gripped the shower knob, my mind racing with disbelief and fear. "Who are you?" I managed to whisper, my voice trembling as much as my body. The mysterious voice paused, as if considering my question. "Please, just look at me," she urged gently. "Why should I?" I stammered, my voice escalating to a shout. "I don't even know what you are—ghost, spirit, some other… creature?” Leave me alone!" I screamed, my words echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom.

I bowed my head only to see a hand covered in blood gripped my ankle that made me unable to speak for a while before I finally realized. “Ah!!!” I was so scared that I screamed, startling the restaurant customers and several waiters approached me while running to find Samuel at one of the tables. However, it was Samuel himself who came to me before I could see him. “Kay!” “Sam, there’s a ghost in the bathroom!” I shouted out loud. Now they even look at me strangely because I said there is a ghost in the bathroom. “I’m not lying! I saw a ghost in the bathroom and its hands were covered in blood.” Shudder in horror as I recalled the ghost’s bloodied hand.

I was not going crazy. Mum’s room was empty, so were the two other rooms in the house, leaving me with only the room at the end of the hall to check. The guest bathroom. The color of the walls was faded green, the toilet a rusty representation of what it once was. A small rat was scratching madly at something beneath the toilet seat. Tru, the silent giant was crouched above the sink, most of his weight trying to fit into the bowl shape of the sink. Tru and I stared at each other, the absurdity of the situation striking me dumb. Then the ghost appeared. She was a bit more robust than the last time I saw her, and shorter. A lot shorter, as in about two feet shorter.

other supernatural beings and even paranormal entities. When we went inside the house, it was pretty dark, since there were no lights installed yet, even in the bathroom. I was okay with it since I didn’t see ghosts or anything of the sort, so I just walked straight inside. However, my companion stopped at the door. The interior was almost just one straight hallway. There were almost no rooms and almost resembled a rectangular condo unit. When you go inside, on the left side you will be able to see the bathroom in one corner of the house.

She was positive no one other than she has been in the bathroom. Then, she glanced at the clock that showed the time; 7:30 am. “Not a ghost,” she whispered when she saw the light penetrating the room through the glass window. ‘I’ve never heard of a ghost that is not afraid of the sunlight yet,’ she thought. Jennet tiptoed away from the bathroom door. She went to the front door and left it slightly ajar; in case someone climbed down her bathroom through the ceiling, she could flee the room with ease.

And probably clothes before the group showed back up wondering if we’d been murdered. The upstairs bathroom was anightmare, just a single faucet dripping. Cold water only, of course. Jayden turned the knob first. Ice blasted out. I shrieked before I could stop myself. “Fuck—that’s freezing!” He laughed and yanked me under the spray with him. “Scream louder. Maybe the ghosts will complain.” Water hit my skin like needles. I yelped again, shoving at his chest. “You’re the worst!” “Yet here you are, still dripping for me.” He grabbed soap, some ancient bar that smelled like nothing and lathered his hands, sliding them over my body slow and thorough. Between my legs especially, fingers dipping i

How do you kill a ghost? Shambling into my bathroom, I run the hot water in my shower until the room is covered in steam. It’s so thick it chokes me. The water will burn me, but I stand under it anyway, enduring the scalding pain. Can I wash away all my errors? It’s a silly wish, because I know the answer is a resounding no. Hanging my head, I remain under the running water until my skin is bright pink. I’m numb from my neck to my stomach, where the droplets assault me. Before the waterlogged wrinkles on my fingers split open, I turn off the shower.

I don’t believe in ghosts, but maybe I should. Wait a minute. Do ghosts wear cologne to mask that pungent, deathly stink while they haunt someone’s home? I don’t think so. Thank heavens I finally get my legs to work. I grab my cellphone from the nightstand. I feel his burning gaze follow me as I make my way to the bathroom, my bare feet padding heavily across the floorboards. The house is quiet but he’s quieter. I can't even hear him breathing. I don't need the light because I know where exactly to go without bumping into my wardrobe or the fluffy cushion sitting in the center of my room. The moment I enter the bathroom, I lock the door. My fingers tremble as I dial 911.