The Bathroom Ghost Novels & Stories

A very injured ninja who moves like she's eighty years old. The bathroom is a whole new level of depressing. It looks like a crime scene from a discount detective show. The mirror has a crack running through it that looks suspiciously like someone punched it. I'm choosing to believe it was a ghost. A very angry ghost with poor impulse control. The shower curtain has a pattern that I think was supposed to be flowers but looks more like sad blobs. The tiles are that specific shade of beige that screams "we gave up on life in 1987."

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

When i was passing by a certain basement , i heard a woman crying for help, i stopped to trace where the voice was coming from but the moment i stopped the voice also stopped, i started walking then i heard the woman yelling again louder. "Help please help!" The woman yelled . I rushed into the basement to see who she was but the basement had no any source of light, it was full of darkness. "Who's here!" I screamed but nobody answered. "Anybody here?!" I screamed again but still nobody replied. The basement was kinda creepy and the absence of light made it creepier. "Alright there is nobody here " i said while moving backwards then i noticed something on my t - shirt, a blood stain.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

Outside seemed quiet again. Suddenly, Sophia grabbed Candice’s arm, urging her to look toward a nearby door—the one that connected to the balcony. The bathroom had a second door leading to it, and right now… it was slowly creaking open. Beyond the dark doorway—nothing. Just blackness. They swore—they were materialists. They didn’t believe in ghosts. But right now… the atmosphere was chilling their bones. They even had the eerie thought—what if that boy they were discussing earlier had come… to find them?

I looked at the night gown on the bed. I walked towards it and picked it up, feeling the soft texture. I looked at the CCTV. It is right at the end of the ceiling opposite the bed. I lowered my gaze on the gown, staring at it. I picked up courage and headed towards the bathroom with the gown in my hand. Getting into the bathroom, the luxury almost made my jaw drop. No CCTV, just shiny and white spotless things. A bathtub, a shower stand, a toilet, and white towels hung on a steel hanger.

Was she seeing someone else? Suddenly, I heard a loud banging on the bathroom door. I quickly turned off the water and wrapped a towel around myself. "Who is it?" I asked, trying to sound brave. "It's me, the woman from the front desk," came the reply. I cautiously opened the door and saw the woman standing there, looking worried. "What's going on?" I asked, feeling my heart race. "There's something you should know," she said, her voice trembling. "This place is haunted. People have disappeared here before."

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

on the floor. Jennifer knew something crazy was happening when she saw this but before she could even react, she could hear the water dripping again. She went back to the sink to turn it off and when she looked into the bowl, the drops of water spelled the same thing the ceramics had spelled out, “Stay Away From Josh” Jennifer’s heart was beating a lot faster and she was terrified because she felt like she was being hunted by a ghost. She saw a ghostly figure standing behind her through the reflection of her cabinet and when she turned around, there was no one standing there.