Turd In Toilet Novels & Stories

"Aria... I... I really don't know what to say... But how did you get rid of all those things?" . "I flushed all the cursed disgusting shit inside of the toilet. I could not bear myself to toss it out the apartment. It was too gross and disturbing." . "I don't know but, according to the horror movies that I have watched, I think you should have burnt it all to get rid of the... You know... Entities that possibly live inside it." . "Well... I did not think about that in the first place..." . "I hope they died inside the sewer though. The water is surely poisonous enough to burn out all those disturbing pieces of trash."

I asked one of the staff, and they led me to one on the ground floor. It was as grandiose as you would expect a multimillionaire’s or a billionaire’s bathroom to be. The toilet had a heater, and it was stocked with essentials one would need. There were even tampons, small bottles of lotion, multiple handwashes to pick from, and pocket tissues. The sink was so shiny that I felt scared of using it. I wanted to hide away there until the brunch was over and I could go home, but hiding in a toilet would make things worse for me with the women who already hated my guts.

Nestie laughed, demonstrating how he looked beside him as if expecting someone was there. Lisa laughed. “You would be surprised that there used to be three adjoining toilets back then so that you can use the facilities with your friends at the same time.” Nestie looked shocked. “You’re kidding!” “No, I’m not. There used to be a large wooden board with three large holes where you can do your thing. My uncle just had those removed and replaced with just one modern toilet,” said Lisa. “The stories told inside that room, I can only imagine,” said Nestie and the two friends laughed.

Come on, I'll take three shots as punishment—consider it a toast to you and Macy! Todd stood to the side, his expression shifting between anger and panic. He stared at me intently, as if I were the cheating wife, the disgust in his eyes practically spilling over. Looking at the bunch of fools in front of me, I couldn't even be bothered to be angry. I turned my head and glanced at Terrence. He'd worked under Dad for 20 years. There was no way he'd be able to tolerate anyone insulting me like this. He suddenly raised his hand, about to slap Miguel across the face.

"That stupid toilet bowl is messing with me again! Kuya is to blame! He left his boxer brief in the bathroom, and it fell into the toilet bowl as I was pouring water on it! How do you unclog a stupid toilet bowl?! ” Hazel burst out laughing. "Suck it, lady." Jewel grinned as Gabbi's expression darkened. "You're the only one who can suck a stupid toilet bowl, and maybe you can suck the septic tank as well," Gabbi said. "That's enough," Jewel said quietly, returning to the keyboard. Hazel and Gabbi were not very good at playing jokes because they often took jokes personally, which resulted in a nasty fight. Gabbi was grumpy, and Hazel adored grumpiness.

We had four up here, just one room private rooms, but it was easy enough to see where it was coming from. Sure enough I found the overflowing toilet, complete with water coming out the bottom of it too. I knew right away what happened because one of my sister’s friends had done it once. Some damn chick flushed a tampon or something. I just knew it. It didn’t smell like poop so that had to be it. “Christ,” I heard, as Slade ran in. “Gotta turn off the water, any clue where it is,” I asked. He shook his head. “Two plumbers are on the way and a clean up crew,” he said, and I nearly laughed.

His hair was still messy, making him look even sexier. Before he could reply, the bathroom door burst open and Tommy ran inside. “Mommy!” he yelled putting his little hands on the sides of his head. I went and lifted him into my arms. “What’s wrong, baby.” “Daddy froze the toilet.” he complained. “The water is not coming out.” I caught a whiff of the familiar offending smell from the toilet and wrinkled my nose. “Don’t worry about it baby,” I said with a smile. “I’ll fix it.”

At the hospital, the doctor did a thorough examination and said, "It's a dual infection in the anal and urinary tracts." Rufus' face turned pale upon hearing this. Stammering, he tried to explain, "B-But I haven't eaten anything unusual!" The doctor went on, "This has nothing to do with food. It's likely caused by using unsanitary toilet paper…" Hilda's grip on the edge of the table tightened. "It could also be caused by sitting on a toilet for too long," the doctor added. Upon hearing this, Hilda discreetly let out a sigh of relief. She then asked, "Is it serious?"

Noah asked. Marcus’s jaw tightened. “Facility N-17 was closed, but some subjects were transferred. Milo’s last active location is coded.” “Decode it,” Lucas said. “I am trying.” The laptop flickered. A video file appeared. Before anyone could stop him, Lucas clicked it. The screen showed a room with white walls and no windows. A young man sat on the floor, thinner than he should be, with dark blond hair falling over his eyes. He looked older than the boy in Lucas’s memory, but the way he hugged his knees was the same.

He says. "What if you didn't?" "You would probably be screaming my name at the top of your lungs by now," He says. "Where is the toilet?" I ask as I rise from my seat. "Down on the left, don't scream if your pee changes color it is just you bringing out everything," He says. I move past the people till I reach the toilet's door. "Hey Willow," I turned around to see who it was. That was the only thing I remembered.