Haunted Jefferson Hotel Texas Novels & Stories

There was some furniture that had strange designs and intricate carvings with striking decorations. Beatrice said that the hotel was called TARTARUS. A word that means hell in Greek mythology. "Still no news." Beatrice walked slowly into the living room of the hotel room. She let out a long sigh, busy on her cell phone while enjoying a cup of hot chocolate provided by the hotel. Cheryl closed her eyes. She was feeling tired from all the craziness that happened today. "Go to sleep. I'll wait until Rafael picks up my phone." She waved a hand casually, "It seems Rafael knows that I'm planning to disturb him. That's why he doesn't answer my call."

Everyone in the ballroom heard the funeral music from the ballroom next door, and the smiles on their faces froze. What was going on? It should be known that Jessington Hotel was the top hotel in Central City. The hotel rented out rooms specially for people to hold weddings. A funeral was never held there. That was confirmed. If a hotel organized weddings and funerals, would people not fight each other if they bumped together? The situation at this time made Thomas and the others feel quite awkward.

Grayson pressed further, saying, “Oh, truth be told, we’re three couples who came to North Capital to see the snow around here. We just so happened to pass by Peach Blossom County. Other hotels are fully-booked, so we had no choice but to come here. Can you tell me if something scary has happened in Flower City Hotel?” The receptionist looked at them with pity in her eyes. It might be due to the hotel not having guests for a long time and it was not easy to get a bunch of guests to come by, so she said, “Although Flower City Hotel is the famous 100-year-old hotel of Peach Blossom County, it has a sinister backstory to it. There would be deaths happening all of a sudden every now and then. Th

X says breaking me of my deep depressing thoughts. I roll my eyes at him. “I’ll stay at the other hotel if you promise to get those disgusting, probably infected hands checked out.” I say confidently. “Deal.” He says putting his hand out for me to shake. “Ew, no.” I say shaking my head grossed out. He laughs and I freaking missed that sound. “Fine, worth a try,” he says shrugging his shoulders. “The hotel is Hollywood Inn Suites by the way,” he says in a less playful tone.

I break it by announcing that I have to say bye to Roxana, so we can be on our way. The two naked bodies on Roxana's bed, stop me on my tracks. Chad is on top of her. I immediately do a u-turn. I just walked on my best friend having sex! Ryan detects my embarrassment when I get back. "You okay?" He asks. "I am. Let's just leave." *** Emerson Hotel is grand and glazed. The hotel extends from the ground up to the skies; heaven maybe, causes it is a paradise. "Courtney Emerson's hotel, Her father bought for her," Ryan says as a by the way.

Interesting. Her phone buzzed again. This time, an unknown number. Selena answered carefully. “Hello?” A woman’s voice responded nervously. “Mrs. Hale… I worked at the Grand Crescent Hotel.” Selena’s eyes narrowed slightly. “And?” “I think… I saw your husband there before. With another woman.” Silence. Then the woman added softly: “I kept copies of the guest confirmations because something felt wrong.” Selena looked down at the growing stack of evidence in her lap.

I had set him to look into the man who had rented out the restaurant, after it was flagged by my management team that someone had not only rented out the restaurant but every other shop in that city block. “He had the entire area evacuated and the shops closed,” Gerald’s message read. That was excessive. “Anything else? Anything unusual?” “There’s two things,” he wrote back swiftly. “First, Houston Huxley records only go back three years. After that, there’s nothing. It’s like he’s a ghost. My guess is it is a pseudonym, hiding his real identity.” Which means someone must be backing him. Someone with money and power. “The second thing–it seems that a gentleman by the name Tex rented out the

Nikolai rolled his eyes as they approached the elevator, the elevators doors opened and they quickly walked in before the doors closed. "I heard this hotel was haunted" Alanna smirked making Miles gasp. "Shut up! Why would you pick this hotel" He whined. "Why not?" Alanna laughed. 'Haunted? Pfft yeah right!' 'HAUNTED!? Please tell me he's joking' "Why is it haunted?" Wyatt asked. "Supposedly a men would kidnap women and slaughter them in the bathtub" Alanna responded like nothing. “W-What!? No stop shut up shut up!". Miles covered Alanna’s mouth.

"Also, I would suggest that you don't return to the hotel where you stayed. It is haunted." I raised an eyebrow. "Haunted?" She nodded. "It's not somewhere you'd want to be right now. There's another hotel that isn't far from here. It is safer." I looked over at Orion, and he shrugged as if all of this was not surprising to him. Me? I was exhausted. My body ached, and the gravity of it all was already a weight for me to carry. But at least now we had direction. A next step. "What is the name of this new hotel?" I inquired.

" The man pointed the gun at Nick and pulled the trigger twice. Austin, USA. They had arrived in the capital of the State of Texas a little after midnight, and immediately they looked for a hotel to stay, finding rooms in the first one where they asked. The receptionist told them that from the beginning of the attacks and with the government's measures, the guests began to leave in disarray. Before going to the rooms, Mark remembered to ask the receptionist something. “Do you know where we can get a plane or helicopter to rent?” The receptionist pulled a card from one of the counter drawers and handed it to him.