The Bathroom Ghost Novels & Stories

I stared at her, this woman so different from the one I remembered, and felt utterly lost. Was this really the woman I had loved all those years? "Carrie!" A sharp, anguished cry cut through the air from inside the car—it was my father. He had just watched the love of his life, his wife of decades, lying in a pool of blood. Grief overtook him, and he struggled to break free from the car, but his captors held him in place. Adeline's face twisted into a sinister smile. Through the car window, she said in a low, cold voice, "Tell Samuel to come out right now and perform the surgery—or his mother won't make it."

I made it back to the room they’d stashed me in just as my head began to pound. Ghost stood at the bathroom door, a scowl on his face. He was reaching for the knob, his hand mere inches away. I reached past him and wedged the door open. It took a bit of maneuvering to slip inside without touching him, but I managed. Wasting precious seconds, I quickly undressed and sank into the tub. Letting the bubbles conceal my body, I kicked back and let time resume. The door swung open, and Ghost stormed inside, a silent hurricane that sent goosebumps scattering across my flesh. I flicked my hair behind me, letting the damp strands cascade over the lip of the tub.

"Insanity runs in your family. So, you're aliens?" "Hunters. We hunt supernatural beings, and you'll be surprised a great deal of all those folklore exists." We stop at a door which he opens. It turns out to be a bathroom, and oh, my....it's so huge. I swear, you'd think it's AI at first until you step in and feel its realism. Everything is plain white, strikingly beautiful and absolutely splendid.

Then I stood up after I unplugged the cord from the wall socket and went to get inside the bathroom with my chosen clothes. --- After I slipped inside my outfit for the night, I kind of saw myself having a pretty poor appearance with my shirt. I think it's better to change the inner shirt with something white to blend well with my black jeans. So I went out of the bathroom while taking off my T-shirt, and I noticed in my peripheral vision that the ghost stared at me with wide eyes and followed her gaze where I went as I only had a black sports bra on top. Not a creep, huh?

" Amanda didn't know whether to answer or not. She came out of the bathroom when the electricity had just turned on. Wash her hands in front of a large mirror. Looking back and saw the door to the last room was open, but no one came out. Amanda was a little scared but still stepped closer to look inside. She jumped when there was no one in there. “Are you looking for me?” The alto voice was just now talking to Amanda from outside. Amanda turned around and immediately met a ghost with a hideous face covered in fresh blood. “Ah ah ah…” Hearing Amanda's screams, some people rushed into the women's restroom and saw the girl lying on the ground. William ran to shake the girl and called out. “Aman

Didn’t press but as Ember slipped into the bathroom and the door clicked shut behind her, he closed his eyes for a moment and let the truth settle in his chest. It did mean something. To her. To him. And to the wolf pacing restlesly beneath his skin. The shower started a moment later. Water struck tile, steam filling the small space behind the door while Ghost stood alone in the kitchen with both hands braced against the counter. Through the thin wall, her scent shifted again. Not fully, not strongly. Just enough to curl through the air like a whisper, warmth and sweetness, the sharp edge of rising heat. Ghost inhaled once before forcing himself to breathe through his mouth.

"What shadow are you speaking of, Ma'am?" My Goddess, was I imagining things? Just like that, I looked back to confirm and I saw nothing. The housekeeper smiles at me. "You must be very exhausted, Miss. I went to your room, but you were not there. I prepared a bath for you. The bathroom door is the door at the left part of your room. The housekeeper informs me with a smile plastered across her face as she acts like there is no creature within the mansion. But I know what I saw and it is not just all in my head.

The bathroom was behind the first door we came out from, a semi-large room with a claw-foot tub and a large shower stall, with a white pedestal sink. Grey dialled up a number as he waited for me outside the bathroom door '' Charles, we have something to discuss. Rug Morgan just called me. Come here as soon as possible.'' his voice was deep and the way he said it, it was more of an order than a request. Was everything alright? '' Are you alright Las?'' Asked Grey, waiting patiently till I was done. I made a loud whimper as I twisted. Grey was scared something happened to me, abruptly he opened the door without knocking. And I screamed as he saw my pants on my kneel I was still on the toilet s

I felt his loss instantly. Steam filled the bathroom. Ghost stepped in first before inviting me in. He lathered my body and washed my hair before turning me towards the wall. My arms were placed on the tile as he sucked on my neck, moving towards my lips. Once our mouths fused, he entered me from behind. His hands played with my breasts, making me moan into his mouth. A harsh rhythm built another intense orgasm in me. His hand slid down my body and rubbed my aching nub. “Ghost!” I gasped. The sensation was making me dizzy.

I come out of the bathroom, thankful Martha left my clothing from yesterday both steamed and smelling like fabric softener. The woman should be nominated for sainthood. I'd call the Vatican myself if I had their number. I'm positive I barfed on myself last night, but confirming it will cause me to die from embarrassment, so I won't. I step back into the room, and their bickering stops as their eyes land on me. Gaston has a smirk on his face, and Phantom looks peeved. “Tell this idiot you're not leaving with him. He seems to think you are.” Phantom glares at Gaston.