The Bathroom Ghost Novelas e Histórias

" Amanda didn't know whether to answer or not. She came out of the bathroom when the electricity had just turned on. Wash her hands in front of a large mirror. Looking back and saw the door to the last room was open, but no one came out. Amanda was a little scared but still stepped closer to look inside. She jumped when there was no one in there. “Are you looking for me?” The alto voice was just now talking to Amanda from outside. Amanda turned around and immediately met a ghost with a hideous face covered in fresh blood. “Ah ah ah…” Hearing Amanda's screams, some people rushed into the women's restroom and saw the girl lying on the ground. William ran to shake the girl and called out. “Aman

I stared at her, this woman so different from the one I remembered, and felt utterly lost. Was this really the woman I had loved all those years? "Carrie!" A sharp, anguished cry cut through the air from inside the car—it was my father. He had just watched the love of his life, his wife of decades, lying in a pool of blood. Grief overtook him, and he struggled to break free from the car, but his captors held him in place. Adeline's face twisted into a sinister smile. Through the car window, she said in a low, cold voice, "Tell Samuel to come out right now and perform the surgery—or his mother won't make it."

My bare feet padded softly against the floorboards. When I reached the fourth white door, I hesitated. The handle was cold beneath my fingers. For a moment, I just stood there — afraid that if I opened it, I’d wake up back in that dark, filthy corner at the Blood Moon pack, and all of this would vanish like a dream. But I turned the handle. The bathroom was simple — stone walls, a narrow window, and a small wooden shelf lined with soaps and folded towels. Steam rose faintly from the tub, already filled with warm water. Brenda must have done it.

Didn’t press but as Ember slipped into the bathroom and the door clicked shut behind her, he closed his eyes for a moment and let the truth settle in his chest. It did mean something. To her. To him. And to the wolf pacing restlesly beneath his skin. The shower started a moment later. Water struck tile, steam filling the small space behind the door while Ghost stood alone in the kitchen with both hands braced against the counter. Through the thin wall, her scent shifted again. Not fully, not strongly. Just enough to curl through the air like a whisper, warmth and sweetness, the sharp edge of rising heat. Ghost inhaled once before forcing himself to breathe through his mouth.

The bathroom was behind the first door we came out from, a semi-large room with a claw-foot tub and a large shower stall, with a white pedestal sink. Grey dialled up a number as he waited for me outside the bathroom door '' Charles, we have something to discuss. Rug Morgan just called me. Come here as soon as possible.'' his voice was deep and the way he said it, it was more of an order than a request. Was everything alright? '' Are you alright Las?'' Asked Grey, waiting patiently till I was done. I made a loud whimper as I twisted. Grey was scared something happened to me, abruptly he opened the door without knocking. And I screamed as he saw my pants on my kneel I was still on the toilet s

I felt his loss instantly. Steam filled the bathroom. Ghost stepped in first before inviting me in. He lathered my body and washed my hair before turning me towards the wall. My arms were placed on the tile as he sucked on my neck, moving towards my lips. Once our mouths fused, he entered me from behind. His hands played with my breasts, making me moan into his mouth. A harsh rhythm built another intense orgasm in me. His hand slid down my body and rubbed my aching nub. “Ghost!” I gasped. The sensation was making me dizzy.

I come out of the bathroom, thankful Martha left my clothing from yesterday both steamed and smelling like fabric softener. The woman should be nominated for sainthood. I'd call the Vatican myself if I had their number. I'm positive I barfed on myself last night, but confirming it will cause me to die from embarrassment, so I won't. I step back into the room, and their bickering stops as their eyes land on me. Gaston has a smirk on his face, and Phantom looks peeved. “Tell this idiot you're not leaving with him. He seems to think you are.” Phantom glares at Gaston.

Celeste wiped the sweat from her forehead, smirking over at Xavier. "Did I do better?" "Yes...yes...you did, now get off the training grounds Celeste, it's getting late." "But I'm not done yet." "Come Celeste." "No, I'll just stay a minute longer before showering and going to bed." "Haven't you heard?" Xavier asked, stepping closer to her to whisper..."There's a ghost in the bathroom." "W-What?"

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.