Novel & Cerita The Bathroom Ghost

"Yieeeeee yeah you don’t like him because he’s arrogant, he’s muscular, he has a pointed nose, he’s tall, and his lips looked so sweet. Yes Alaister you don't like him!" and with that she threw me a pillow Hahahaha. We talked about music and other kinds of stuff until Aunt Ana came with our food so we ate first. "Alaister do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Alaister, now that she was lying down in our bed. "Did you watch a horror movie last night? Then I would say that there are no ghosts and I do not believe in ghosts." Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that.

I've never seen a guest come here during that time so the hallway bathroom was usually cleaned for my use. I walked past the guest bedroom, a light breeze blowing on my long pale-blonde hair that curtained over my eyes and hid my face. I must have looked like a ghost, aimlessly wandering an old haunted house. There was a maid in front of the guest bathroom, wiping the windows intently. I paid no mind to her. My head was too messed up to worry about someone else.

The ghost laughed, "no, not me. But if you get your bag back inside the closet before Asher comes back from the shower, that can be arranged." Miranda gulped and nodded dumbly, "Okay." "Okay. Come on." The ghost encouraged Miranda off the ground and back to the closet. Miranda had just finished placing her bag down, when she heard the bathroom door open. The ghost gave Miranda a thumb's up, and then waved her towards the closet's exit excitedly.

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.”

I had just put my hand on the knob when I heard a voice that sent chills through my body. "I'll find you" I clutched my phone to my chest and turned around to find I was completely alone in the bathroom. I felt my heart begin to race and I quickly flung the bathroom door open and walked straight out bumping right into Tatum. I freeze for a moment before hearing Tatum's voice above me. "You look like you saw a ghost." He says as I feel his hand on my neck.

Someone who knew him well enough to call him out if he was losing his grip. Caroline agreed to meet him without hesitation. She watched him over her drink as he fidgeted in his seat, pushing food around his plate like it might rearrange itself into an answer. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked finally. Ben took a breath. “I think my house is haunted.” Her eyebrows shot up as she chewed, but he didn’t stop. “The ghost watched me in the shower.” He made a vulgar motion with his hand. She choked. Ben winced but barreled on. “It got quite the show. I mean, full frontal. Very educational.”

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

It’s not happening, especially with Ghost's ribs still fucking hurting. I watch as they carry in plates and two piles of clothes. “What are those for?” I ask, unable to stop myself. The men say nothing, simply leaving again without so much as a glance in our direction. “I’m not going to complain,” Ghost mutters, eyeing the fresh clothes. “Clean clothes? That’s a fucking win.” He begins stripping off his worn, ripped clothes and heads toward the bathroom. I follow him, standing in the doorway as he steps into the shower. “You joining me?” he asks, winking over his shoulder.

As the other newcomers hastily tried to escape through the bathroom side, they caught sight of a faint, ethereal figure in the mirror, attached at the back of the washroom. “ It's the ghost. They weren't lying. She is real, ” one of them yelled and the rest followed suit. Fear echoed through the marbeled walls, sending a chill down everyone's spine. They scrambled out of the window too scared for their dear life, even though they were all immortal offsprings. “ Pathetic, ” Merindale seemed very offended by their behavior. Despite the trembling fear in the air, Merindale felt a strange tug at her heart. As the others fled in terror, she hesitated, her gaze fixed on the ghostly apparition.