Haunted Jefferson Hotel Texas Novels & Stories

Jefferson. Ronald was not in good shape, either. All of his shareholders withdrew from his hotel. People were spraying red paint, throwing feces, placing wreaths, and so on in front of his hotel every day. No more customers were willing to step into the hotel, and he had no choice but to close down the hotel. At Emperon… Cameron was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed as she watched the news. Waylon was sitting next to her. He peeled an orange and popped a slice into her mouth.

“No. She literally knows me and maybe a couple clients from Maryland. Other than that, there is no one.” I nod my head and get to work, starting with the closest hotel, the Wolf Point Lodge. It’s really disturbing how easy it is to hack their computers. I make a mental note to never stay there if I want to keep my credit card accounts in good standing. Wolf Point is a small town, but we get visitors from larger cities all the time that could hack their system even quicker than I did. I go over the list of names in the hotels occupied rooms, but I don’t see Willow’s name on the registry anywhere. Pete leaned over my shoulder to look at my screen.

A small hotel in the historic district, the kind of place that catered to tourists and didn't ask too many questions about guests who paid in cash. Finding him was easier than I'd expected. The hotel clerk, bribed with fifty euros and a story about a cheating husband, was happy to confirm which room the wounded Mexican-American was staying in. Room 237, second floor. Fire escape access from the alley behind the building. I climbed those stairs with methodical purpose, my mind focused on the confrontation I'd been imagining for weeks. Michael Sebastian was finally going to face consequences for what he'd done to me. The door was unlocked, which to me was another sign of how desperate his situ

Author's POV Mikhail stood in front of the hotel which was deserted. He somewhere had a feeling that this place has connection with all the mysteries. The creepiness of the place was always suspicious. "Hotel Hywala!" Jeh read the name sign which was falling off. "This looks like a haunted house. Where is everyone? Why is this hotel in such a bad condition? It's a beautiful place, why is the owner wasting this property?" He looked at the beautiful greenery around.

Two hours ago, Jefferson had such a cross expression on and no one dared to provoke him. Only two hours had passed and his mood had turned 180 degrees to become so joyful. Had he hit the jackpot or something? Seeing him in a good mood, Austin felt bold. He quickly reported the information he had gathered, "Boss, we have just received a report that someone is trading on Golden Hall Street tonight, but we aren't sure how many people are showing up. We don't know whether they will be armed either." "You don't know?" asked Jefferson with his eyebrows raised. Austin was so frightened that he took two steps back. He waited for Jefferson to scold him, but instead, Jefferson asked lightly, "Is the t

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: The Queen of the Ruins The night air screamed through the shattered window of Room 1408, carrying the scent of rain and spent gunpowder. The yellowed pages of my mother’s evidence were swirling in the wind, white ghosts vanishing into the dark city below. Silas Harrington lay on the floor, groaning as the hotel security—men he had once commanded like chess pieces—pinned him down. Elias Thorne, the man who had worn my father’s face like a mask, was being shoved against the wall in handcuffs.

I stayed silent. "The apartment where she had that accident was a company unit assigned to her," Stan said. "It's been empty ever since the accident. Later, the company wanted to take the place back, but the staff they sent over all got badly spooked. Over time, rumors that the place was haunted started to spread." He looked at me, his gaze sharpening. "But that changed when you showed up. When I first saw your rental address, I was shocked. I honestly thought you'd be running out of there in tears within three days. But you didn't.

“Bring me a bottle of bourbon. I want to get drunk tonight." After driving for three hours aimlessly, Xander decided to stop at a bar with tacky neon lights that he found after exiting the interstate. The bar was next door to the Holliday Inn, which was offering empty rooms for forty dollars a night. Xander saw that the Holliday Inn was founded not to attract tourists who needed a place to stay during their long journey, but to attract bar patrons who needed an empty room for a few hours of satisfying sex.

The client's company wasn't far away, so I clocked in and headed out to meet them. When I stepped into the elevator, I was still on the phone with Adam, sharing the good news. The moment the doors closed, the lights flickered, and strange mechanical noises echoed. Only then did I realize I was alone in the elevator. The date was June 23—the same day I had fallen to my death in my previous life. "Adam!" I yell into the phone. "The elevator is dropping—"

He did save her life and someday she would repay him. “Can you come over?” Jayson’s voice wasn’t happy and a little annoyance could be traced. Is he angry? “Where?” Arabella replied. “Hotel Zeus.” Jayson said. This hotel belonged to Hansen’s Group. It’s the second biggest hotel in Capital Z next to Sky owned hotels. “Sure, I’ll be there.” Arabella replied after Jayson had given the time. He wanted to meet her in the afternoon. After her work, she went to Hotel Zeus.