Bates Motel Novels & Stories

But every light inside dimmed sharply for a split second before returning to normal. Several guests glanced upward uneasily. Then the elevator stopped moving. The gaming streamer frowned. “Uh… are we stuck?” Before anyone could answer, the overhead speaker crackled softly. [Midnight check-in begins in ten minutes.] The voice sounded distorted, wrong somehow. A second later, every phone inside the elevator buzzed simultaneously. Winona pulled hers out slowly. A new notification covered the screen. WELCOME TO MIDNIGHT HOTEL. FIRST RULE: DO NOT OPEN YOUR DOOR AFTER 12 A.M. NO MATTER WHO IS KNOCKING. Below the message was one final line. SURVIVE UNTIL MORNING.

No delays. Every second matters. If she’s still there… Please. Please let me not be too late. The motel appears just before dawn. Its faded sign leans sideways, one of the letters hanging by a single rusted bolt. TRIO A GLES MOTEL. The n has fallen off. The windows are shattered. Paint peels from every wall. Nature has begun reclaiming the building. Connor studies it. “This place hasn’t been operating for years.” “I don’t care.” I climb out before the vehicle fully stops. My wolf presses against my skin, desperate to shift. To hunt.

He took a key from one, spinning back around to face them. “Room B10,” he said and set the key on the counter. Liam took it before he turned and started out of the lobby. Elaine followed him closely. She shivered once they got outside. “Yikes,” she said. Liam looked down at her. “Run-down motel and creepy owner? Check.” “Next there’s going to be bed bugs…” Elaine said with a groan. “Come on, it’s not all bad. But tomorrow you can wait in the car while I check out.”

This is his second shot on finding whatever the hell happened twelve years ago, he is not about to let go to waste. Sebastian stares at the motel feeling a little less like home but that is all he can manage for now. On the outside of it stands a group of girls dressed in summer dress, and high boots. A few meters to their right are some bikers forever in their dirty sleeveless tops and leather trousers. Their indistinct long dusty beards force them to stand out from the rest of the crowd making their way past the motel. Sebastian feels the need to double check the lock of his car before making his way towards the building. The building is a small one with a flashy signpost and motel visibl

Mike suggested as he was so furious that he couldn't quite control his emotions. “Wait a minute, cousin. We have a surprise for the ladies. We brought some costumes for your photo session. Besides, I think Jo would like to take a ride in my car.” “Could I?” Jo asked timidly. “Of course, here is the key!” Julian passed it into Jo’s hands. “Have fun, darling!” Jo didn't wait any longer, in case Julian changed his mind. She had a chance to drive a famous car, which Steve McQueen raced in the movie ‘Bullitt’ so she had to use it well.

"Guys we should get out of this cold weather before we catch colds. I have spoken to the owner of the motel. The earliest we can get a mechanic is tomorrow." "Not to make things worse but I saw on the weather news that a storm is due any moment and may last through the night. We have no choice but to stay here." Courtney added. We walked into the dingy motel. It's dark and eerie with ugly floral wallpaper. The old woman at the reception looked at us strangely. "Yeah?" She's chewing gum in a sloppy way. "We need rooms for the night. Two will suffice with two beds in each." "Two beds in each? Trouble in paradise?" She gazed between each of us as she lowered her glasses.

She unconsciously arched her eyebrow with a look of disgust and proceeded with her concern. “I’m Ate Esther’s cousin. She told me to collect the rent, thanks.” She doesn’t want the ill-mannered guy to talk back to her and to just give her the money and move on. Somehow, the topless guy felt her disgust and apologized. “Oh? Hi! Sorry, I’m Kevin, please come in while I get the rent money.” Kevin seemed to be embarrassed as he kept covering his upper body with his hand while he led her to the couch. He then proceeded to his room to get the money.

What horror was in store for me? In the middle of nowhere, just into Tennessee, he pulled into a small-town motel. It was probably built in the ‘60s, with a dozen rooms attached to a floor-to-ceiling windowed circular main lobby area. There was a pool in the parking lot, but by the debris of lawn chairs and leaves, it hadn’t been used in years. “We’ll stay here tonight.” He stepped out of the car, locking the doors before dipping his head back in. “Try to run and you’ll be dead in ten steps, and then I’ll have to kill everyone here.”

Cheap motels and rotten reapers Ellis suggested the Super 8 motel off the highway. "They have a free breakfast of coffee and stale leftovers from the Sugar Shack bakery," he sighed and I clapped, saying yummy. He shook his head as I held his waist. I told him to close his eyes as I transported us to the hidden side of the hotel. I glanced around and gritted my teeth realizing we were in the reaper Lestat's area. He and my mother had a long heated spat over what I didn't know nor care. I told Ellis that he needed to acquire the room for us and he smiled happily and said certainly. I watched him enter the lobby and frowned slightly seeing another guy with a gun in his pocket. Spying Lestat, I

“You can’t just barge in here…!” “What’s all with the commotion?” When Mathew Mason, Anna’s father heard that unknown men were marching into his mansion, he rushed out, but fear engulfs him when he took a peek. They looks intimidating, that mad him scared shitless—but who the hell sent them? “We wanted Anna Mason. Give her to us and nobody needs to be hurt.” Mathew realizes something. Who else would want that little wrench of a daughter he has anyway? Of course it had to be that old man, who had paid for her the previous night! The fact that he fancy Anna made him disgusted at the same time relieved because he gain a lot by selling her, out of the house, out of their life.