Horror Hotel Novels & Stories

Her wholehearted smiles always got to him. At night , they were watching a movie in bed , Hoor had chosen harry potter . She slept before the movie ended .she was leaning against him , Arhaan had no plan of pushing her away . He dimmed the lights and laid down. Hoor was practically half laying on him, not that it bothered him .

Unfortunately, the gold ran out, the planet began to become depopulated and in 1945, the hotel closed its doors. The influence of the hotel and the ghostly zone caused several people to die due to the miasma that spread across the planet. Ghost hunters from all over the imperial council planet have spotted plenty of paranormal activity at the hotel, but the planet with the most action is, unanimously, in Room 109. There are numerous questions about the ghost story of the Golden Fieldform Hotel, being a galactic empire planet, where the story of George Wing Golden Fieldform and the Adelaide prostitute cannot be verified.

That makes Owen a nice chunk of change on the side. Walking towards his work shop out behind the motel, he passes the newest guests that checked in last night. Three teenage boys and two girls. They are making a documentary of locations across the country that had been the scene of a grizzly crime. They were telling him that they had already filmed nearly one hundred places, the most famous being the Lizzie Borden house, the Amityville Horror House, Ed Gein's house, Jeffery Dahmer's house, and the Vallisca Ax Murder House. They told him they were on there way to California to see the Manson Mansion. Owen feigned interest before politely slipping away before they could ask him to 'say a few w

Nora's POV Alvin and I were in front of a large multi-room hotel built for the richest people. It was named “Paradise Hotel” because the outward and inward beauty was out of the world. I didn't need to check my phone to know it was the most expensive hotel in North Hollywood. Why had Alvin stubbornly insisted that we come here of all places? Was it one of his low-key attempts to remind me of how rich he was?

no, she wasn't in the restaurant business anymore. A fresh wave of agony rolled over her as everything came flooding back. Olympus. The video. She whimpered. The last thing she remembered was being somewhere around the halfway mark on that bottle of Jack. Where the hell was she? Cracking her eyes, she squinted up at the ceiling. A motley assortment of glow-in-the-dark stars were scattered across it. She knew those stars, knew those faux constellations of The Waddler Penguin and Quackers the Duck. She'd stared at them every morning of her life from the time she was six until she turned twelve. Frowning, she turned her head - regretting it at once - and caught sight of the built-in bookcase al

It was the kind of hotel you’d see in the movies, the ones used for secret deals or to transport things that were better left unnoticed. The hotel’s name was "El Castillo del Sol," but nothing about it felt like a place of luxury or relaxation. The high walls, guarded entrances, and the sheer size of it all made it look more like a fortress than a hotel. It had that dark, secretive vibe, the kind of place where shady deals were made and no one asked too many questions. I couldn’t shake the thought that this place could very well be used for cartel business. The air around it felt heavy, like danger was lurking around every corner.

Now “Here we are one of the most expensive hotels this blasted city has to offer!” Hotel Del Lashros was actually a nonhuman hotel serviced to Faeries, Witchs, Goblins, and unfortnatly vampires. Most of the royal conventioins are usually set to meet here. They do not mind humans its easy to cloud their minds and make them stay in their hotel rooms. The hotel is technically guarded by a lot of different magics from all the Citidals. But because of the humans they usually put glamour on everyone so that way they don’t freak out.

Morning stretched across the Amour DeLuxe Resort like melted honey—warm, slow, and too bright for anyone who sinned the night before. Downstairs, the lobby buzzed with business travelers and a few confused retirees who had absolutely NO idea why the hotel was filled with loud Creole women in satin robes and hungover men in matching “Marcus’s Final Ride” t-shirts.

Yet the sound she heard was faint, high-pitched, and unsettling—almost like a woman or child crying. A shiver ran down her spine. Stop scaring yourself, she thought, opening her browser to search for similar experiences. The first result made her gasp: “New five-star hotel built on former war battleground.” Her breath hitched. Clicking into a discussion thread, she found numerous comments describing unease while staying at the hotel, with one chilling remark: “When your energy is weak, you’re more likely to encounter spirits…” Just then

Ocean Casino Resort was a luxury hotel owned by supernaturals. So to avoid any accident from occurring with humans, humans were restricted from visiting. At seven in the evening that day, cars such as Bentley, Ferraris, Lamborghini, Mercedes-Benz began driving in. By quarter to eight, the auditorium was almost filled with supernaturals. A curious human boy who seemed to be in his early twenties sneaked into the premises. All his life, he knew the hotel was always reserved the same time every year and had been one of the curious citizens who wanted to know what normally happened in the hotel.