Cursed Bathroom の小説・ストーリー

I opened the door and dashed in, closing it with a bang. I could hear his laughter from inside. "Bastard," I cursed. I could swear to the Moon Goddess that he did that on purpose. "How dare him tease a maiden like that?" "No shame." Well… maybe I should pay him back in his own coin, I thought. But how can I beat him at his own game? I looked around the bathroom. Everywhere was clean and lit, with white tiles adorning the whole wall. There was a bathtub in the corner and a shower beside it.

she whispered to herself, swallowing the words along with the burning liquor, letting the warmth spread through her chest and drown out everything else, if only for a moment. She stumbled off her stool, her legs wobbly from the drinks, and made her way toward the bathroom. The dim hallway was narrow, filled with the faint stench of spilled beer and disinfectant. She pushed open the grimy bathroom door and instantly recoiled. The bathroom was a disaster—a single fluorescent light flickered overhead, casting shadows on walls smeared with god-knows-what. Brown stains streaked across the cracked tiles, and the floor was wet, with suspicious smears near the stall doors.

'' I don't want to anger him more, so I obediently turn around and enter the bathroom. The bathroom is nice, with a big bath near the window, allowing me to see the starry night outside, two sinks and the shower stall, everything's white marble, only black towels and golden faucets give some color. I want to lock the door, but how nice, there is no lock.

And she will stop at nothing to look for a way to lift the curse. She had been alone in her dark lonely empty room for a year now. Grandma Aubrey was on the other hand concerned that she might get herself killed at that moment. She headed to her room and opened the door to her doing yoga on her bed. The room was unexpectedly clean, well-kept and cold. It was literally freezing outside and she kept the windows open widely.

He offers me his hand as he smiles and I take it willingly. He guides me into the bathroom, the place larger than three of the slaves restrooms back with Balthazar, their was a shower with three heads to my right and a large oval bath to my left. Their was also a toilet and two sinks, though I wasn’t sure why they needed two sinks in one room. I follow Zane to the oval bath on unsteady legs, still shivering from the cold and snow outside, it was nice and warm in the bathroom though and steam was steadily filling the room, I smiled the warmth of the water when he helped me in, he was careful so that I wouldn’t slip.

1696, St. Austell, Cornwall, England I awoke with an unusual burning sensation enveloping my entire body as I tried to open my arduous eyelids, but the smothering heat engulfed me, drowning me as I started to shake uncontrollably, impelling me to the darkness as I lost consciousness. However, before I was hauled to a bottomless gulf, I heard Amara's revoltingly aggrieved voice. “You will be doomed for an eternity of solitude and suffering, Caleb as you have scathe and betrayed my love for you...”

I am twelve again. Oh god, oh god. I look around, heart pounding. The bathroom in my mother's council flat is small and smells of damp and urine where they've missed the bowl and pissed up the wall. The paint there is cracking and peeling off, yellow-stained plaster showing through underneath. The shower curtain – a purple and yellow gaudy affair - is hemmed with brown mildew. The bathtub is stained with patches of limescale. I've tried to scrub it so many times, but it doesn't come off. The stain never comes off.

He angrily walked out of the office hastily, but wasn't heading towards the classroom but rather the main door to exit the school entirely… —- Earlier Kohamaru was fixing a hurdle on his ceiling, almost a part of it was nearly coming off. He doesn't know how it all happened but this school was standard, right? So why are they having a little pothole on the ceiling and it was gonna fall off if not amended? It will destroy all the piles of books he arranged on his table and that would be very problematic even for him. He quickly then took a hammer he found down the locker room in the school basement where abandoned junk is being kept.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.