Haunted Jefferson Hotel Texas Novels & Stories

I was about to feed him his intestines when he whimpered. “From…fr…from…one…one.” He whispered in pain. I leaned forward and brought my ears closer. “What did you say?” “Apex….hot…hotel…room…8.” He stuttered. “Apex hotel room 8?” I stepped away. “What does that mean?” I shook his shoulder. But his body went limp. He was dead,I ripped his head out of his neck in anger. The light flickered on and I was about to curse who turned it on, when I saw Tasha shaking in fear as she stared at my body covered in blood and the rogue’s head I had ripped off in my hands.

A flicker of movement at one end, then the loud bang of a gun inside the hotel room, had me running into the suite. “Oh no,” I whispered, shaking as I saw the woman I knew was part of the Trinary standing over Hansen’s body. She was wearing a hotel maid’s uniform, but I recognized her just the same. “Jacey, get out of here!” Bea yelled from her position behind the couch.

The intense static of my police scanner startled me awake. It was after midnight when the alert came through. An unidentified woman was found slain outside of Club Lure, one of the hottest nightclubs in Westlake, Texas. As an investigative journalist, this was a major event for me. I knew that if I could crack the case before anyone else, it would improve my chances of landing an anchor position with Westlake News.

I stared at her helplessly. I was torn apart between letting my sex toy die and running out of the hotel. I groaned In frustration, slowly reaching for the whiskey on the table. I poured the content of the bottle, carefully applying it on her wound. Suddenly, my phone buzzed and I didn't hesistate to pick it up. “Hello sir,” I heard Dexter's voice call at the other end of the line.“Leave the hotel through the back door. You'd get to the woods following that route,”

"Elias, she’s so hungry." "She’s gone, Clara! That isn't her!" I shouted, though I wasn't sure who I was trying to convince. That was three nights ago. Since then, the haunting has turned aggressive. We tried to sleep in the living room, but the smell followed us—the cloying, sweet scent of lilies mixed with something sour and metallic. We found tiny, damp handprints on the glass of the television. They weren't made of dirt. They were gray, smudged traces of something that looked like ash and formaldehyde.

“Sedan just turned into the parking lot. Idiot parked right in front of your room, Wrath. Get ready.” The television was on, creating background noise, although there were no other visitors at the motel. They’d parked a few cars in the lot, but they’d booked out every single room to avoid any civilian casualties. They had no way of knowing if Jefferson would bring back-up or not. The knock on his door came at the exact moment he thought it would. He took a breath, then another one, before crossing the floor in three strides and opening the door. Jefferson stood there, a smug look on his face.

I felt genuinely touched. The next morning, I prepared breakfast for my mom and told her I was going back to work. She nodded without much expression. I knew she still didn’t believe there was such a thing as a haunted hotel. I had no choice but to head to my bedroom. But the moment I pressed the wing on my necklace, a hand grabbed the back of my neck. “Weren’t you going to work? Why did you return to your bedroom? Planning to take a nap? Dream on! I—”

"That's great, baby. I miss you. I love you, and make sure to go to bed early, okay?" "Okay, Mommy. Goodnight!" The moment the call ends, I start to dial 911, but my finger hovers over the screen as I stare at the note. If someone managed to break into one of Dallas's most secure hotels, the same one where Jaxon and other high-profile athletes stay, then they have resources. Real resources. And if they can reach me here, they can reach Harry. Oh God. I carefully fold the note and slip it into my purse as evidence, then grab my laptop and editing equipment.

I didn’t need to ask, we both knew what it meant. Hale Hotels. The old flagship hotel, the one Richard had built first, now long abandoned. Of course Ethan would choose. Adrian looked at me, fear shadowing his usually steady gaze. “He wants me there alone.” “Then he’s getting both of us,” I said, my voice steel. The night we went, rain lashed the city. The old Hale Hotel loomed against the storm, windows shattered, a skeleton of what it once was. Inside, the air reeked of mold and dust. Every step echoed like a warning.

I looked at Jefferson and found him looking at me as well. "What are you thinking, my Celina? I already told you that I am not planning on doing anything stupid, didn't I? he asked, "I was just thinking, if there is a hotel like this here, then there must be some tourist attraction we can go to, right?" "Yes, do you want to stay for the weekend and look around?" I nodded and smiled exactly when he opened our hotel room door. We got in and the staff put down the bag in the living room and he left after Jefferson gave him some tips. He is generous, he doesn't mind giving, no matter how little he is thankful for.