Novel & Cerita Horror Hotel Stories

) However, what is really irritating is knowing Nick Jin or one of his cronies is lurking in the shadows somewhere in our hotel, randomly picking off hotel guests just to mess with me. You know in cartoons where the light bulb suddenly turns on over a person’s head? Well, if this were a cartoon, this would be that moment—only, in keeping with the tone of this story, it wouldn’t necessarily be a light bulb, per se, but more likely a victim’s severed scrotum shrunken and filled with tiny, various-colored glow lights. But you get the idea. Randomly picking off hotel guests. “For the love of Tom Hiddleston’s naked ass in Crimson Peak, he’s doing it again . . . ” I whisper.

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I picked a thriller, but as it started, Ryan stretched out, his arm draping behind me. His thigh brushed mine, and sparks shot through me. I could smell his clean soap scent, mixed with something masculine that made my mouth water. Halfway through, the plot twisted into something steamier. The main characters, a couple on the run, ended up in a motel room. The screen filled with them kissing, hands roaming. The woman pushed the man against the wall, her fingers tugging at his shirt. He growled and flipped her around, yanking her skirt up. My breath hitched as he exposed her ass, spanking it lightly before sliding his hand between her legs.

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

" I stayed silent, but that did not deter them. They started ramming the door. I pressed my back against it, looking at my unconscious mother in the bedroom, and closed my eyes. A living hell on earth was worse than any horror game. When humans start killing each other, they were more terrifying than monsters. ... Meanwhile, a group of bosses gathered in the empty supermarket, staring at each other in confusion. "Uhm, where's Ms Thrushwood?" one of them asked. "She's always punctual. Even on restock days when the shop's closed, she tells us ahead of time," another commented.

“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”

Looked like Loren had gotten carried away, Ria thought. "You know, of all the ghosts, the most dangerous are the ones that carry grudges and regrets…" Loren rambled on again. Ria started to think that Loren liked horror topics like this. "What do you mean?" Ria responded while reading through some of the articles she found earlier. “I have a story that my mother firsthand experienced. She once rented an old house that was haunted by a spirit full of regret and anger that almost brought her to an terrible accident…” Loren had already started preparing her story when Ria noticed that the clock already indicated that their next class was about to start.

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.

It was a stark contrast to the Palais Garnier. Like a haunted Hollywood hotel no one dared to enter or demolish, just frozen in time like a curse. The line moved quickly and got quieter as it did like the people were disappearing. The lobby made me squeeze Pierre's hand in fear and he chuckled as we stepped over old scattered suitcases, dodge a falling chandelier that looked like an accident. The building was strangely silent and dusty. We sat in a smaller room where they showed us a very creepy story on a very old TV, literally warning us about the building. "Lol, can't believe we paid for this shit." Pierre chuckled and I smacked his arm.

Maybe I was hearing things. Another sound. Someone was definitely in my penthouse, which is scary because I stay alone. My heart started pounding. The security downstairs was impossible to bypass so who the hell is in my house? Slowly making my way to by bedroom and picking up a bat, I gently pushed the door “ hello” I called cautiously. Silence. Entering into the room, it was empty. Ok maybe there's no_ “ Miss me already, babygirl” My entire body froze. That voice.