Haunted Jefferson Hotel Texas Novels & Stories

I gave him a resounding slap that I had been taking in for a very long time now, shocking the entire room. “There is absolutely something to think about, Rachelle Lefevre and Bryan Lefevre.” I turned over to them and smiled while they had a shock expression on. “The Columns Hotel's Grand ballroom, one of the prestigious hotels in Louisiana. Do you remember now?” I asked and I didn't miss the flabbergasted look Rachelle gave, glamping in hard. “Hotel Grand?” She asked, trying to look surprised in everything I just said. “No, just shut it. Shut it right there. One more word from any of you and I will make you pay.” I threatened and she shifted backwards.

Author’s POV **20 YEARS LATER...** **Blue Stars Hotel – Private Room 203** The heavy bass from the hotel bar vibrated through the walls as laughter and loud music filled the air. Inside Private Room 203, things had turned ugly. A young woman named Hazel Lett was backed against the wall, her eyes wide with terror. Three drunk men surrounded her, their hands grabbing at her clothes. One of them laughed loudly as he ripped her thin top, tearing it to shreds. Another pulled a pair of scissors from his pocket and started cutting her jeans.