The Bathroom Ghost Novels & Stories

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.

He was already exhausted, and now this drained out every ounce of stamina he had left. Slowly, his eyes became drowsy. He could see with the fuzzy sight that the opposite wall of the bathroom was expanding backward. The sturdy, tiled floor was turning into a bloody pool, and he was drowning deep. He woke up from drowning suffocations and began searching for a way out. The previous tiny bathroom had already turned into an endless corridor with numerous red doors on its two walls. Among those, a few were leaking blood. As he was closing a nearby red door, the ghost lady appeared behind him with blood-curdling laughter. Her sinister loud laughter shook the corridor, and the bloody pool was givi

"Aah...stubborn are we not? I like that. Before anything else..." Suddenly a running water can be heard from the bathroom. Frowning, she looks at her bathroom's direction. What is it this time? "You might want to turn that off." He suggested. She stood up and walk towards her bathroom. The faucet is open, how's that possible? 'Did the ghost do it?' 'Get away from him Ariz!' There's that voice again. 'How?' She thought. There's only one door and it will be impossible to reach it without Dankworth noticing her. She looked at the bathroom window, it's too narrow for her to fit in. 'Do you want me to play dead?'

After all, it was daytime, and ghosts weren't real. Her breathing became shallow, her palms slick with sweat, and her legs nearly buckled as she slowly turned the handle. After pushing the door open, she didn't dare to enter but instead peered cautiously into the bathroom. The bathroom was empty, yet the faucet was on and water spilled endlessly into the sink. Sienna wondered who could have turned it on. The atmosphere felt eerie.

I'd asked myself. I waited and waited yet she wasn't leaving so I decided to find out what she was up to. I bent down as if I wanted to pull off my shorts and her eyes widened more. I had to shout at her so she knew I could see her and that was when I looked at her. She must be so startled and still speechless at the fact I saw her. I entered my bathroom, putting the thoughts of troublesome ghost aside. Yea, that's her nickname from now.

The only good thing about being a millionaire is that parties like this don't echo all over the mansion, unlike a regular, everyday house. I entered one of the bedrooms, looked around, although what really interested me was the bathroom. Finding it, I went to the sink, turned on the tap to get water in my hands and splash it on my face. The contact with my skin was the most freeing sensation. It seemed stupid that that simple act would ease some of the tension. I stayed there for a few seconds until I came out and locked eyes with her, who was sitting on the bed. My reaction was an instinctive chill all over my body. —Looks like you've seen a ghost —her voice had a hint of fun and mockery.

She turns around to leave, and when she is almost near the stairs that she remembers that Elizabeth was crying the whole time and she may get dehydrated. So, she heads back to the room, and without making a noise, she opens the door to peek in. Her eyes landed on the untouched bed, and her eyebrows frow with confusion. “Madam?” She moves towards the bathroom to check. She knocks on the bathroom door and places her ears on the door to listen for any water running sound. When she hears nothing, she opens the door alerting Elizabeth of her entry, “Madam, I’m coming in.” The bathroom is empty. Elizabeth is not there as well. A ghost of fear surrounds her. She a shuddering with the realization wh

“Your staff are definitely going to notice.” I offered a small, quiet smile. “Doesn't sound so bad.” She grunted, muttering more complaints under her breath. I saw you. The voice came from the shadowy corner of the bathroom. Caroline stood there, watching us with dead, expressionless eyes. She drifted closer, her bare feet making no sound against the tile. “You're getting obsessed,” she whispered straight into my ear. I shook my head, my jaw locking tight. I wasn't going to argue with a ghost.

he said and I turned to look at him. His gaze peered into mine with coldness but I didn't look away. Not this time. The room felt warm but I shivered not in cold but in curiosity of what's inside the bathroom. I approached the bathroom door and slide it open, my breath caught in my throat, my eyes widening in horror. The bathtub was filled with a chilling red liquid, the sink splattered with crimson stains. I closed my eyes briefly, trying to steady my nerves. It's okay. It's okay.

And so far, having purged a diner was not an achievement of any kind. Scarlett shakily closed the door to the bathroom door and turned on the faucet to run her bath. Droplets of cold rain water scattered to the floor every time she moved her hair around. She placed her hands on the pantry before the mirror. And just as realised, no reflection. As she was just a phantom in a hollow body that can't even cast a shadow.