Horror Hotel Stories Novels & Stories

He muttered, his voice barely audible. He bolted for the exit, lungs burning, heart hammering like a drum. He couldn’t stay. Not there. Not in another haunted place. It had been the eighth hotel, the eighth time in a month he’d seen the same damn thing. Blood, whispers, the flickering lights, Kyrell’s ghost. He couldn’t escape him. Outside, the city’s chill night air slapped against his face. He hailed a taxi, forcing a shaky smile as the driver stared at his stained hoodie.

Epilogue: Now that I have written several of these stories, I find that my old ghosts have started to haunt my dreams yet again. It is amazing that once things are written down, they begin to take on a life of their own. Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them.

His eyes remained fixed on the hotel as if anticipating a turn of events. As the group exchanged glances, the unexpected occurred. The entire hotel was plunged into darkness as the electricity was abruptly cut off. An eerie silence settled over the area, broken only by the distant sounds of confusion and surprise from other guests outside. The friends, along with everyone else, were now staring at the hotel with a mix of shock, amusement, and, for some, a hint of fear. Maria, breaking the silence, exclaimed, "Did anyone else see that? The entire hotel just lost power!"

When we arrived at the hotel, it started raining heavily, and I hugged the fake baby in my arms as I looked around. Arman went to the front desk and told the staff, "Close the hotel at midnight, and don't let anyone in who doesn't have an invitation card." A woman nodded her head and replied, "Yes, sir." Her irises flashed scarlet, and I realised then that nobody in this building was human. They're all Lycans. Arman tracked them down one by one, and he single-handedly assembled this entire army. Everyone at this hotel is armed and ready for battle tonight; this place is in the middle of dense woodland, far from the nearest town and its inhabitants. All of them were dressed in black and white

"So you promised to tell the story about how you and Landon met." Dahlia's outrage melted into a beaming grin. "It all started when I accidentally felt him up on a plane..." * * * Deep quiet had settled in by the time they got back to the house. A light still burned on the front porch, but only a few upper windows were still lit. Guests who hadn't yet turned in. No doubt the Bohannon contingent was grabbing sleep as long as they could, before the baby woke them for the next feeding. After the swirl of voices and press of people at the VFW, Maggie and Porter had taken a leisurely stroll downtown, holding hands like a couple of teenagers. But she still wasn't ready to say goodnight.

We piled into the car while Hannah and he had a chat. “That was strange,” I said. “They looked like human bones,” Zach said. There are so many animals in these words, Zach. I don’t think they were human bones. But they were. I think an animal ate a person in there. Okay, Zach. I said, feeling unexplainable chill. I was already scared, and his theories did not seem like they would calm me down. “We shall know more soon enough. Let’ just hope the motel is good.” “Mr. Morgenstern knows something.”

Grayson pressed further, saying, “Oh, truth be told, we’re three couples who came to North Capital to see the snow around here. We just so happened to pass by Peach Blossom County. Other hotels are fully-booked, so we had no choice but to come here. Can you tell me if something scary has happened in Flower City Hotel?” The receptionist looked at them with pity in her eyes. It might be due to the hotel not having guests for a long time and it was not easy to get a bunch of guests to come by, so she said, “Although Flower City Hotel is the famous 100-year-old hotel of Peach Blossom County, it has a sinister backstory to it. There would be deaths happening all of a sudden every now and then. Th

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.

I nodded and asked again. "Umm.. actually there is no hotel named Angelina." She sighed as my eyes went wide at her reply. What?! How could a ridiculously big, luxurious, expensive hotel suddenly vanish from the city?! "Ah, m-maybe you're mistaken. There is a big e-expensive and luxurious hotel named 'Hotel Angelina' and the whole hotel is s-surrounded by dozens of robots like guards. A-And the owner of the hotel is very scary." I stuttered and waited for her answer.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.