The Bathroom Ghost Novelas e Histórias

Betty shrugged, seeming to be fine with that explanation and I led them into the empty ladies bathroom, filled with six blue stalled bathrooms and a wall of sinks and mirrors. I let go of Betty and Cassie, leaning against the sink. "I'll be right here." I told them when they gave me a worried look, Stacey rolling her eyes and heading for the stall. I started to humm, Cassie finding helpful so she didn't feel so embarrassed. "Is that Phantom of the Opera?" Stacey laughed from her stall. I giggled. "It's from it, yes." I continued, ignoring her rolling eyes as she came out to wash her hands.

I asked. “Nope.” The sound of running water echoed through the quiet apartment. The shower. Karden and I locked eyes. “Should we check?” I asked in a whisper. He shrugged. “What if it's a ghost??.” I blinked at him. “Ghost really?? What are you, Twelve?” “Just saying,” He muttered. “You lead the way, just to be on the safer side” So we moved. Slowly. Quietly. Like kids in a haunted house on Halloween. The hallway felt longer than usual. The sound of the water got louder as we reached the bathroom.

Sebastian gently touched my forehead and then checked my IV line before looking visibly relieved. I stared at him, and my voice came out hoarse. "What happened to me? How did I end up in the hospital?" Frowning, Sebastian replied in displeasure, "A while after you went into the bathroom yesterday, I heard some noise from inside. When I went in, I found you collapsed on the floor." I froze at his words. I recalled the piercing headache I had while showering yesterday before I lost consciousness. I hadn't realized I'd passed out for a whole day.

“You’re right. In that case, please wait a bit, Aunt. Oh, where’s the bathroom?” “Come, Miss. I’ll show you.” Elizabeth followed Aunt Eli to a door at the side of the room. When it opened, her eyes widened in awe. The bathroom was enormous—its walls gleamed with white marble, and in the center stood a cream-colored bathtub that looked incredibly elegant. Aunt Eli also showed her how to adjust the hot water before quietly leaving. Elizabeth stood frozen in the bathroom, almost unable to believe what she was seeing. “Oh God… is this real? Or am I dreaming?”

I think, as I bounce off the bed, heading straight for the rest room in this gilded cage. I peel the cloak from my shoulders and toss it across the purple velvet armchair without ceremony. The illusion of Queenly decorum has lasted long enough. Time for some peace and quiet. The bathroom is tucked behind a carved cedar door. I push it open and blink at the sight - marble floors, a claw-footed tub already filled with steaming water, the faint scent of eucalyptus and lavender laced in the steam. Convenient. Suspiciously so. I dip two fingers into the water. No spells. No hex residue. Someone's trying to impress - or disarm. Maybe both.

Goddess I feel so embarrassed, I really hope those two didn't hear me. I blushed at the thought as I walked into the bathroom. It was huge a large shower with multiple shower heads. A bathtub enough to fit at least four people. As I looked around the room. Images flooding my mind of what just happened. I whimpered at the thought of it. I wanted more but I'm afraid of what more is. I turned on the water to the sink splashing my face with cold water, trying to calm myself down. I splashed my face a couple of more times. As I turned the water off there was a knock at the bathroom door. The smell of rain and smoke. Braden

Then, without a second thought, he joined her in the water, slashing at his own wrist. As the blood mixed with the water, Grayson's vision blurred. In his final moments, he saw me—there, standing at the edge of the bathtub. His face lit up with a wild, desperate joy as he tried to stagger toward me, calling my name. "Honey," he cried, his voice full of longing. I stared at him, my eyes cold and distant, a disgust so sharp it cut through everything. "I'm not your honey," I said. "Not in this life, not in the next, not in any life to come. Not ever."

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

He turned and went back to the bathroom, opened the door and turned on the light inside. My eyes widened. A woman's corpse was on the floor, wearing black clothing all over her body except her face. Her body was lying on the floor, her lifeless eyes fixed on me. I averted my gaze and turned away. The woman's face was that of the maid I had seen earlier, secretly looking at me. Is this the assassin? I returned the vase to its place and forcefully erased what I had seen earlier. I guess he's disposing of the body. How did the two get into the bathroom? Is there a secret passage in its walls? A secret door?

“And be quick about it. I don’t have all day.” As I entered the bathroom, my eyes widened at the sight before me. The room was larger than my entire room in the Connors’ mansion and was filled with gold-plated fixtures and marble floors. But what caught my attention was the enormous bathtub in the center of the room. It was filled with steaming hot water, and I could see rose petals floating on the surface. I turned around to see the woman standing in the doorway with a look in her eyes that made my skin crawl. She walked toward me, her heels clicking against the marble floor.