Novel & Cerita Horror Hotel 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

It was 11pm at night when Nikhil Khanna drove off in his car to the hotel Grad Shine. On his way , he stopped his car and when he was parking it in the parking lot , he noticed a beautiful girl wearing a red coloured lacy short frock with her cleavage popping out .Along with it she was wearing black jacket and black coloured female boots with high heels.

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.

The hotel rooms were already full, and my room was on a separate floor from the rest of the group. People travel from all around the world to see the snowfall, so the hotel rooms were already full. "Why is it's always me?" "Why do you have to pay such close attention to me all the time?" I remembered God again as I opened the entrance to the room. "Hello, Harsh. I've arrived at the hotel, but there's one problem: I'll be alone in my room, and you know how much I dislike being alone. I heard there are also many ghosts and spirits in the hotel rooms, "I stated in a frightened tone, surveying my room from every angle.

"Is it really true that a ghost is lurking here? How long have you been here? Have you ever seen that ghost?" The room was suddenly covered by Raine's overlapping questions. "That was based on the stories of the people that stayed in this hotel," replied the old lady. "And yes. Yes I saw that ghost, too." "What does it looks like? Is it... Is it terrifying?" Raine asked. Still curious about what to believe on. "It was a little girl. It was a young girl younger than you," answered the old lady. "Then why is she terrorizing the people going here? Do you think she's related to the people who died in this hotel?" Raine added.

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.

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."

She made out a handsome pale face, and the next thing that happened was obscured by a blurring space. Inside the hotel, only the guards and the front desks found out about the accident. Some even tried going out to have a clearer view, but the number of people looking through made it hard for them to see the unfortunate scenario. All they know was one of their guests fell on the hotel’s rooftop. They were beyond shock. How could such a thing happen? This would be the first time the hotel had been associated with a scandal. In any way, the thing that happened just now seemed to have a crude connection with the suicide cases in New York. It seemed to them that New York has been cursed and that

The holidays were over but it had slipped my mind that a lot of people would be coming back, including my roommate Anna. ‘I’m sorry my friend.’ She said. ‘You know I was going to give you a proper ‘welcome-back-hug’ should I have known you were here already. I was disturbed by the headlines on the streets. Did you read this?’ Anna couldn’t get her eyes off the newspaper. I was just hoping it wasn’t what I thought it was. ‘What is that?’ I tried to sound less scared and as confused as I can be.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.