Haunted Jefferson Hotel Texas Novels & Stories

"Come on, cheer up! We're going to take our wedding photos soon, you're gonna look ugly in the photos if you're all depressed!" Austin finally laughed out loud. … The private jet finally landed at Harrington International Airport at ten in the morning. Ezra had already informed the nearby Campbell office of Austin's arrival before the flight. Austin, Cecily, Aldus, and Wolf left the airport in cars prepared by agents of the Campbell family and were brought to the Halle Bay Hotel. The presidential suite within the hotel included views of the beach and the sea. As a tourist destination, Harrington was often filled with tourists, and their presence swamped the tropical atmosphere around the cit

The words followed them all the way back to the hotel. Assuming we survive the night. Nobody laughed. Nobody dismissed the remark as paranoia. Not after everything that had happened. Not after the shootings. Not after Claire Bennett's murder. Not after discovering that powerful people had spent nearly three decades burying the truth. If anything, Elias sounded realistic. That frightened everyone more than they cared to admit. The hotel occupied the upper floors of a modern building in downtown Tucson. Detective Morales had arranged additional security.

Gary gave them a wink; he would have told them when Jefferson wasn't here. Finally, after twenty minutes, they arrived at the city area. Jefferson looked around, this used to be a sight he used to see every day, but he missed it now. They didn't go to where Jefferson lived. Luckily, they went downtown, and finally, after a forty-minute drive, Owen's car turned into a hotel, located off a large and busy road and strategically close to the station. And other entertainment venues. Jefferson gets out of his car then Jefferson opens Homer's car door before the hotel staff even does.

Stepping into the presidential suite on the top floor, Amber gave Alexander a knowing nod before helping the still-petrified Bermita into the en-suite bathroom for a much-needed hot shower to calm her nerves. "Mister Kane, everything's been handled," Aaron reported, standing before the coffee table and bowing slightly to Alexander, who was lounging on the couch. "If my timing's right, Coleman should be dead by now. The Quain family will be stirring. Aaron's eager to be of service to you, Mister Kane, but..." Still, there was a catch. The Phoenix Grand Hotel sat in the North District of Phoenix City, a world away from Twilight Avenue. Phoenix City's unspoken rules were clear: outsiders could

I smiled and declared, "Let the game of hide and seek begin." Through the cameras, we watched as Shadow frantically searched the dorm, muttering to herself, "Where? Where is she?" While Shadow was tearing the place apart looking for me, Celeste and I were already out of the school, having been picked up by Helena and taken to her luxurious mansion. The three of us sprawled out on a sofa larger than most beds, sipping champagne and enjoying delicious desserts made by a personal chef. Back at the dorm, Shadow was seething with rage, while in Helena's mansion, Howard was in tears, groveling while begging for forgiveness. But Helena just spat coldly, "It's over between us. Stop bothering me and

And after what she told me earlier,of what she had seen…” Hollingsworth Manor,July 1984 “I swear to you Polly,”Ginny said in her most excited voice.”I saw her…in my room!” “Calm down Ginny,”Polly implored.”Tell me everything from the beginning.” Polly pulled her younger sister down next to her on the low wall overlooking the garden,where the flowers were in full bloom.Ginny’s beautiful elfin face,so much like her own,was frozen in a mask of pure terror. “I believe you Polly,everything you said about this place is true…its haunted!At first I only felt it,but now… I have seen this evil with my own two eyes!”

Ash gray streaks on his cheeks to make them look sunken in. “How’d you like that last one?” he asked, gesturing over his shoulder at the darkened screen. His voice was honey over broken glass. “Horror Hotel? I stayed there once. Nice place when I got there, but by the time I left, everyone was dying to get out!”

She believes things will turn for the better some day. “Grandville!” She called the name of the hotel, her eyes scanning every single detail. She stared at the package in her hand and back at the gigantic hotel glaring back at her. The hotel had a famous Iconic structure that appeared tremendously deserving of being the biggest and largest hotel in Houston. Only the rich could afford to book a room in such a hotel and she wondered who it was that placed an order for a food delivery. "Room 909," Amanda muttered as she looked at the card in her hand and the placard which contained the room number on the wall. The air around her seems to thicken, her breath shallower with a faint sheen of sweat

Cases of suicides, murders, and robberies lead the hotel lose it's five-star rating. From my interview to the staffs, I found out that they had their suspicions that Fredricko's son, Jason, was the one doing it. This is for the fact that he likes to wander all around the hotel and roam to different rooms, especially in the rooms from three hundred to three hundred ten. They want to ask him what he's doing there but he's just so timid and don't want to speak to them. And just days ago, the murder... I mean, another murder... happened. According to the records there were three murders listed this year, including Aaron Deniega.

I texted Paxton that I was gonna kill him for leaving me with the idiots. Dale and Fenton were already in their suite doing a threesome with some prostitute they met in the lobby. What was with this hotel and whores? Was there a Lady of The Night convention being held here that I didn't know about? I knocked on the door, hoping that one of them would hear through the woman's god awful shrieks. It was Dale who pushed his head out the door. "What?" He asked, using a cushion to hide his junk. "Are you two coming or what?"