The Bathroom Ghost Novels & Stories

meaning pretty small, but I didn’t care, I could see and hear the ocean from it. Across the hall was the bathroom. I opened the door and found myself in an old black-and-white movie. The bathtub stood on clawed feet and had no shower. The sink had separate hot and cold taps, and the toilet . . . well, the toilet looked like most toilets, I guess that technology never advanced much. It used to be white porcelain but it was now so rust-stained it was hard to tell. The wallpaper hung in tattered strips and the room had an unidentifiable stench that I really didn’t want to identify. I closed the door and walked to my brother’s room. I knocked, waiting for a response. I’d made that mistake before

He has stopped trying to kiss the ghost back into a girl. Instead, he has become a shadow. I am in the bathroom attached to my room. The lights are bright, reflecting off the white marble and the chrome fixtures. I am brushing my teeth. Brush. Spit. Rinse. I look into the mirror. My face is pale, the dark circles under my eyes vivid against the white skin. I look like I’ve been drained of blood. In the glass, a figure appears behind me. He doesn't make a sound. He is wearing socks, sliding over the tile. He stands just over my left shoulder, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off him, but not touching me.

For a moment she felt so missed the figures of her late mother and father. Usually, her parents would panic when she was in the bathroom for too long, especially when she almost fell asleep in the bath tub like she was doing right now. Her mother and father would lecture at length every time she lingered in the bathroom. They say that the bathroom is the favorite place of the invisible creatures. And lingering in the bathroom is not recommended.

He whispered, going inside in his room, just beside his, room was my room. I went inside the closet and extracted my cute limited addition night dress I brought last summer. It was perfect for tonight, reaching until my mid-thigh and silky cotton enough to show everything. “Thinking about me” I was startled hearing Uncle Harrison standing behind me ready to get shower. “Hhh....how” I inquired. “There is a little gate just connecting your and mine bathroom,” He said, taking me inside my bathroom and the wall had mirror was actually was a door. “How? When?” I asked, looking at him.

Her heart pounded as she realized that the indentation was exactly the size of an adult's hand, perhaps slightly larger than hers. June didn't see wrong! It actually scared her a little. She immediately ran into the house and locked it tight. June might just have seen a ghost. A very handsome ghost, but ... still a ghost! June shuddered, her pony hairs standing on end. She still remembers it when she was in the bathroom, the almost accident was spinning in her memory.

Strangely, he was not in the room. As I walked further, I heard a strange, unsettling sound. Bones crackled and snapped like twigs breaking underfoot. Muscles stretched and contorted as I heard a low, eerie groan. The air was filled with the scent of fur, and I could feel a primal energy building in the air. I reached the bathroom that was located in the small room and opened the door slowly. Glancing at the bathroom, my eyes grew wide in shock as I took in the scene. The bathroom was in shambles as if a tornado had ripped through it. The mirror was shattered, its fragments scattered across the countertop and floor like a thousand tiny diamonds.

The air was stale, and the shadows cast by the faint light seemed to writhe on the walls. I called out for Roxy, but my voice was met with an unsettling silence. The bathroom door was closed, and I assumed she might be showering or tending to herself, but the absence of running water only added to my growing unease. A faint, metallic scent wafted through the air, making my heart lurch with foreboding. My mind began to conjure every worst-case scenario as I approached the bathroom door.

At this time, a miserable scream suddenly came from the bathroom! "Ahhhhhhh!!! --" Mu Zi and Jiang Zhinuan were startled at the same time, and when they raised their eyes again, they saw the bathroom door banging wide open! Zhuang Jia haphazardly wrapped in a bath towel ran out in a sorry state! She lost control and shouted, "There are ghosts! There's a ghost ah ah ah ah!!!" Zhuang Jia ran to the side of the two men, not caring about being wet, and hugged Mu Zi's arm in shock, her eyes even contained tears, so it was obvious that she was scared to death.

Anda, another J country lady in a thick leather jacket and fitting pants, said, "I think I already know what happened next. It's already the widespread hearsays and rumors. After that woman is killed, not long after, her ghost began haunting the place, mostly the bathrooms." The girl paused, grimacing. "The scariest tale so far is when another tenant who doesn't know about the ghost sightings went inside the accursed bathroom to take care of her nature business. There's supposed to be no one there aside from her since all cubicles are opened. But while she's peeing, she saw a pair of black leather shoes on the small opening of the door under which didn't leave that spot even after a minute.

Oh boy. Taking in a deep breath, determination flooding her, she walked all the way to the bedroom without turning back. Closing the door, she released her breath. Opening the door by a crack, she peeped through. Geneva gasped sharply and reflexively closed the door again but with a bang. He was still in that same rigid position but his eyes were directed towards the bedroom door. He is doing this eerie... thing on purpose right? Sending the door wide open now, she stepped out looking directly at him. "Ehm, I'm about to uhm, you know, take a bath and stuff. Being a descent uhh ghost *clears throat*..."