Horror Hotel Novels & Stories

I was just wearing casual clothes today—nowhere as bad as they were making it out to be. I couldn't be bothered with the whispers. Instead, I turned to Craig and sneered. "I never realized how much of a smooth talker you were." Then, I turned to Fiona. "Did you verify his identity when he checked in?" She stammered, "He said he forgot his ID, but Ms. Burdette is one of our regular clients, so…" "So you just broke the rules?" I cut her off sharply. "Your hotel's security is practically nonexistent."

Some already wore their festival passes dangling around their necks. Wes heaved the thick wooden door open and held it for Sidney. She stepped through into the old hotel bar with a smile widening on her face. The room breathed with the seething exhalations of the small crowd, their conversations mingling into one writhing sound. Sidney felt the group energy in the air infecting her, thick with the collective anticipation and excitement. “Welcome to the Telluride Horror Show,” a purple-haired pixie said from behind red glasses. “Can I get your last name, please?” Then she stopped and narrowed her eyes at Sidney. “Wait, I think I know you!”

After that, the two reached The Golden Age of Youth Hotel. Alex had reserved a room a while ago before their arrival. This hotel was a property of Thousand Miles Conglomerate, it was the most luxurious and unique hotel in California. After getting into their room, Alex picked Dorothy up and rushed into the shower room. What else was there to say at this point? Just get down to business, and the process didn’t need to be known by outsiders. Dorothy trailed her fingers on Alex’s chest and asked, “Hubby, are all of those who spy on you martial artists? Wouldn’t that mean you’d be in a lot of danger? Can you handle them alone?”

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.

For security, we had booked out the entire hotel, so it was only the alphas of each pack who would be in attendance. We walked in silence into the plush hotel. There was marble floor to ceiling as far as the eye could see. A decorative chandelier that reflected the light in the centre as it hung all the way down from the top floor. It was blinding how bright it was. The crystals reflected coloured lights over the hotel that otherwise looked dreary. Aurora stops looking around the foyer, her eyes wide as she scans the empty space before she tugs on her hair once more. “I think we should call this off?” We all stop giving her a look why is she changing her mind. “Something is … I don’t know of

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

I drove lazily around on the dirt road that led out of the forest before I saw a hotel close by. I decided to spend the night in it. Interestingly, the name of the hotel was Selene’s Stay. The proximity to the woods and the strange name made me confident it was built by a werewolf. Why else would anyone build a magnificent hotel, a little out of town and with the name of their goddess? Except the person wasn’t a werewolf. This made me a bit confident about spending the night at the hotel. I’d definitely have to meet its owner soon and gain some insights of why they chose to own such a hotel. I handed my keys over to the valet and walked in.

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.

After securing his room, Edward exited through the hotel's back door and headed towards Veronica's residence. Veronica didn't live far from the small hotel, but it would still take ten minutes to walk there. She resided in a dilapidated residential area. The surroundings consisted of old, abandoned three-story buildings. Most of them had broken windows and, looking from the outside, appeared completely dark and uninhabited. Only a few rooms had dim lights filtering from within. The streetlights in this residential area were all broken, and the place was dark. Occasionally, the hissing of cats from the overgrown bushes could be heard; it was the perfect setting for a horror movie.

I whispered, taking the opportunity to glance animatedly about the room, a shiver creeping up my spine when I felt the rough calluses of his hand span the small of my back as he pulled me closer to him. I stifled my scream, aware that he was watching me as I fought to keep the look of horror I was feeling off my face. “I'll book us a hotel room. That should be private enough,” He leered, and I felt the thick phlegm that had lodged into my throat shoot up suddenly into my mouth so that I coughed loudly, breaking away from him, before turning back to see that he was watching me, far from fooled by my display. “Unless of course you don't want to be in a hotel room with me, do you think me a mon