The Bathroom Ghost の小説・ストーリー

I frowned, but I didn't let him see that I am also wondering how I look. "Shut up, nerdy boy. I don't need your opinion." I rolled my eyes and straightly went to the bathroom. I heard them laughing outside, uh, so annoying. I would be grateful if they leave me alone for some time first. I am looking at the mirror when I still remember that there is a ghost here, what if I saw her while I am facing this big mirror inside this bathroom? Argh! No, no. They can't even hurt you, stay still. It's fine, Vanessa. At least, it's just the one you can be afraid of, and who are them by the way? They are just nothing but a mere ghost. Just to get rid of those thoughts, I tried to move faster. I walked ou

The light in the bathroom flickered with rhythm, one he now recognized as pacing. And sometimes… Sometimes he heard breathing near his neck when he wasn't paying attention. Still didn't scare him. But it did intrigue him. --- On the fourth night, it got bold. Nathan was brushing his teeth, staring at the fogged-up mirror when letters began to form. No dripping blood. No jump scares. Just… steam handwriting. "Nice lips." Nathan spat into the sink, mouth foaming. "Wow," he said flatly. "A ghost with rizz."

He has stopped trying to kiss the ghost back into a girl. Instead, he has become a shadow. I am in the bathroom attached to my room. The lights are bright, reflecting off the white marble and the chrome fixtures. I am brushing my teeth. Brush. Spit. Rinse. I look into the mirror. My face is pale, the dark circles under my eyes vivid against the white skin. I look like I’ve been drained of blood. In the glass, a figure appears behind me. He doesn't make a sound. He is wearing socks, sliding over the tile. He stands just over my left shoulder, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off him, but not touching me.

"Why of course! Make sure to sign your name on the bathroom sheet before you go." I smiled. "Thank you." And I bolted out of the room. I walked for a while, using my nose to detect where the source was. Whoever that was, had a bloody scent with a little hint of forest. What a weird combination. Finally, after walking around this giant place, I was able to land on the source. It was a freaking restroom. A male restroom. What would a spirit do in a restroom? Maybe it was those kinds of spirits that liked to spy people in the restroom. I was not sure if it was a male spirit or a female.

It wasn’t like he was going to be stepping into any big role right away like me. His old man goes by “Ghost” and I hope he’ll be like him. Ghost is kind of Grouch’s right hand. While I’m the enforcer, the one with the most flies, Ghost is usually the one who gets the guys that come into the basement. You’ll never see him coming until he’s putting zip ties on your wrists and a bag over your head. He’s a huge dude but he’s light footed and sneaky. Professional stalker is the term I use.

as his hand in addition of the water moves on her clit and she closes her eyes in ecstasy and he smiles and move his finger in to her pussy and she moans out and he puts in a second finger and she throwaway her head back into the bath tub and she tightens her eyes and he puts his hand deeper into her and she moans her and he began to move his hand in and out of her and she held his hand for him not to stop and she began to moan loud and her husband smiles while she moan uncontrollably and she came and he washes her and he Carrie’s her a bridal style into the bedroom. Evelyn ghost returns into the house, she sob so hard. Evelyn mom sits beside her son and he wakes up feeling so much pain and

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

I called but no one responded. I checked the sitting room, the kitchen, and even the store room but he was not in there so I decided to check in his bedroom –though I knew it was rude to go around people's houses I just wanted to get down to business and find my papa. I walked into the room and heard the sound of water splashing in the bathroom. I realized he was taking a bath so I sat comfortably on his bed and waited. After what felt like a century, Gaston stepped out of the bathroom looking all wet with a small towel tied around his waist. He was stunned for a moment when he saw me in his room he stared between the door and me. To confirm his curiosity, I waved my hands at him.

I followed Ghost inside, covering our backs. The house smelled old, like wet newspaper, and dust swirled beneath our shoes with each step. The curtains were drawn, but lights slipped through the drapes’ gaps. Through the kitchen, we reached the living room; white fabric covered the couches and all other furniture. “This fucking gives me creeps,” I murmured, following Ghost on the stairs. “Don’t worry, lover boy. I’ll protect your terrified ass,” Ghost teased, reaching the second-floor landing. “Why do you call me lover boy?” I mumbled, frowning. Each door to the room we passed by was open, and all four were empty, even the bathroom.