Horror Hotel Novels & Stories

Areej seized the worms as quickly as he could, tossing them across the room as blood spurted out in torrents, forming a hideous red pool around him. Alia stood frozen in a corner near the door, her eyes wide with terror, her body tense with panic. Horror consumed all meaning. She stared at the worms swarming across the floor, unable to move, unable to speak, as if her heart had stopped for a moment in the face of the living nightmare that had spilled beyond her children's room. In the quiet hotel room, Daniel stood before the mirror, dressing carefully, while Rovan stood beside him, watching in tense silence. A dim yellow light filtered from the bedside lamp, reflecting their faces and givin

Just as I wondered if I had somehow ended up in the afterlife, a cold mechanical voice echoed around me. “Welcome, players, to the horror game, Spring Manor. You must escape within twenty-four hours. Failure to complete the mission will result in permanent confinement within the game world. “Number of participants: 10. Difficulty: S-Rank. We wish all players an enjoyable experience.” As soon as the voice faded, the fog slowly thinned before disappearing completely. A massive old-fashioned building appeared before us. Wildflowers grew chaotically around the entrance, each bloom as large as a human hand, its colors unnaturally vivid. Scarlet lamps hung from every floor, while an eerie blue glo

They moved with precision, clearly well-trained. They were ready for a fight, armed with sabers, rubber clubs, and daggers, storming the lobby without a second thought. "Run for it!" "Quinto's thugs!" "Save yourselves!" The lobby erupted into chaos as tourists scattered in terror and hotel guests shook with fear, scrambling back to their rooms to hide under beds, too scared to make a sound. Silence fell over the hotel. "Quinto, we've got the hotel under our thumb!"

They could see the lightning that was not so far away from them that hid the demons chasing them. Xurden fixed his eyes in front, looking at the nearest building. It didn’t take them long to reach the end of the park. They crossed the road, jumping from the roof of one car to another. In their one last jump, they finally reached the hotel where people gathered. He grabbed the glass door, opening it to a different place. They entered a room, and he closed the door before the people notice what was happening at the entrance of the hotel. Dust covered the entire room since it has been a long time since the last time he visited. The room was simple and big enough for one person. There was a bed

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."

“The monster here is The Passion House itself.” “Although the hotel is known as a great place of escape from reality, quite literally. Once a year, as it celebrates its anniversary, it traps its clients’ souls for it to eat.” “Do you remember that black matter that seems like it is eating the entire hotel?” We nodded. “That’s the hotel’s soul. It is pretending to be so beautiful so that it can have its prey, a human’s soul.” “This hotel serves as the realm that is in between life and death. And we, the ghosts here, are trapped in this hotel’s mirror, the gate in between reality and the subconscious mind.”

The hotel is packed because during the summer season, a lot of tourists visit the resort on holidays. My mood is much improved now compared to this morning. On getting to my hotel room, I notice something is off. It is very odd for huge men, dressed it suits and sunglasses, to be standing right outside my door. I get an eerie feeling and chills run down my arms. One of the men spots me. He looks at me with familiarity and taps his colleague. They both look at me again and the colleague nods like he is confirming something. In this moment, I realize that my greatest fear is before me. My father has found me out.

“Okay, maybe we should panic faster.” Everybody moved at once after that. Moira quickly stepped forward like she had naturally become the leader of the group. “The hotel has over fifty rooms, multiple hallways, a ballroom, staff areas, and outdoor sections. We split up.” “Finally,” Julian sighed dramatically. “A horror movie strategy guaranteed to destroy us.” “You complain a lot for someone contributing nothing,” Monica replied. “I contribute beauty and morale.” “I don't see it. Do you guys see it?” Everyone almost laughed despite the tension.

VELARA'S POV The next morning dawned with a kind of eerie silence lingering in the air. Word had spread that another one of the forsaken had been sighted just the night before. Fear had begun to worm its way through the guests at the hotel, prompting a few of them to gather their things and leave while they still could. They didn’t want to take the risk. The hotel was too close to the city’s boundary, too tempting a target for anyone—or anything—looking for a way in.

"As your fiancé, I promise... I'll fix you right up." ... [Nightmare Scenario: Midnight Manor... Activated] [Survival Time: Seven Days] [Current Players: 40/40] [Death is Eternal Oblivion. Have Fun.] A robotic female voice echoed in the void. It sounded cheerful. It was terrifying. I blinked. I was standing in front of a huge Gothic manor. Black spires clawed at the gloomy sky. Gargoyles with twisted, screaming faces crouched on every corner. Their eyes glowed an ominous red.