The Bathroom Ghost Novels & Stories

My bare feet padded softly against the floorboards. When I reached the fourth white door, I hesitated. The handle was cold beneath my fingers. For a moment, I just stood there — afraid that if I opened it, I’d wake up back in that dark, filthy corner at the Blood Moon pack, and all of this would vanish like a dream. But I turned the handle. The bathroom was simple — stone walls, a narrow window, and a small wooden shelf lined with soaps and folded towels. Steam rose faintly from the tub, already filled with warm water. Brenda must have done it.

His body vanished in seconds. Blood geysered from the bowl, splashing against the ceiling tiles above in a red mist. The bathroom was silent again. But the water continued to ripple.

When they got to her door, Garrett pushed it opened and scanned the to with his eyes but couldn't see her, then they headed to the bathroom. Garrett couldn't believe what he saw as a ghostlike Andra stood at the center of the bathroom, her body shivering. They both rushed towards her and grabbed her hand. "What is going on? Why did you scream?"Garrett asked frantically as he check her body for any harm but he found nothing. Andra slowly pointed get finger at the door but when Garrett and Sofia looked, they saw nothing. "What is it?" Sofia inquired softly. "Tell us what happened."

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."

"Yieeeeee yeah you don’t like him because he’s arrogant, he’s muscular, he has a pointed nose, he’s tall, and his lips looked so sweet. Yes Alaister you don't like him!" and with that she threw me a pillow Hahahaha. We talked about music and other kinds of stuff until Aunt Ana came with our food so we ate first. "Alaister do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Alaister, now that she was lying down in our bed. "Did you watch a horror movie last night? Then I would say that there are no ghosts and I do not believe in ghosts." Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that.

I've never seen a guest come here during that time so the hallway bathroom was usually cleaned for my use. I walked past the guest bedroom, a light breeze blowing on my long pale-blonde hair that curtained over my eyes and hid my face. I must have looked like a ghost, aimlessly wandering an old haunted house. There was a maid in front of the guest bathroom, wiping the windows intently. I paid no mind to her. My head was too messed up to worry about someone else.

The ghost laughed, "no, not me. But if you get your bag back inside the closet before Asher comes back from the shower, that can be arranged." Miranda gulped and nodded dumbly, "Okay." "Okay. Come on." The ghost encouraged Miranda off the ground and back to the closet. Miranda had just finished placing her bag down, when she heard the bathroom door open. The ghost gave Miranda a thumb's up, and then waved her towards the closet's exit excitedly.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

I had just put my hand on the knob when I heard a voice that sent chills through my body. "I'll find you" I clutched my phone to my chest and turned around to find I was completely alone in the bathroom. I felt my heart begin to race and I quickly flung the bathroom door open and walked straight out bumping right into Tatum. I freeze for a moment before hearing Tatum's voice above me. "You look like you saw a ghost." He says as I feel his hand on my neck.

It’s not happening, especially with Ghost's ribs still fucking hurting. I watch as they carry in plates and two piles of clothes. “What are those for?” I ask, unable to stop myself. The men say nothing, simply leaving again without so much as a glance in our direction. “I’m not going to complain,” Ghost mutters, eyeing the fresh clothes. “Clean clothes? That’s a fucking win.” He begins stripping off his worn, ripped clothes and heads toward the bathroom. I follow him, standing in the doorway as he steps into the shower. “You joining me?” he asks, winking over his shoulder.