Horror Hotel Stories Novels & Stories

says Eve. “I am 31 years old and I lost my life in 2004 when I drowned in the pool,” says Luke. “I’m in 2019 in the restaurant,” says Apphia. I couldn’t imagine what they might have gone through. “Are you the only three ghosts in this hotel?” “No, we aren’t. there are a lot of customers who have gone here and died.” “So where are the others?” “They do not want to meddle with the hotel’s business anymore,” Eve says.

Ken asks while trying to make the conversation a little lighter. "I swear, Ken. Big huge hairy creatures that shift between men....and ugly wolf-men hybrids...They also talked about vampires at the place they held me for four days. We don't live in the world we think we do...I swear on mom. The girl I escaped with...they shot her in the back of the head. To escape from the basement I made the furnace explode...I killed people to get away from them, Kenny. I became a monster to escape monsters. I would never make that up," I declare, and Ken's eyes widen as he digests my words.

Ash gray streaks on his cheeks to make them look sunken in. “How’d you like that last one?” he asked, gesturing over his shoulder at the darkened screen. His voice was honey over broken glass. “Horror Hotel? I stayed there once. Nice place when I got there, but by the time I left, everyone was dying to get out!”

, the man asks curiously. When Dae somehow manages to tell them that, they are heading to the hotel 'Shilla stay', the elderly woman turns her head completely to them and looks intently at them. "Kids, this Hotel is not that good. It's not best for young kids to stay for night. People say, a mafia team always stays there.", she said in a tone, that some old Granny's use while saying horror stories to their grandchildren. " oh..really ?", Dae asked in awe.

Now, he's in the lobby, and the police just barged inside the hotel. The red and blue lights illuminate the dark street, and the officers hurry to the stairs, preparing their weapons. They don't know who they're dealing with tonight. If those people could pass the security check despite the guns they're hiding, then they must be working for someone very powerful. Harvey faints on the floor, his entire body shaking from fear. He watches the guests hurry to the main hall, holding each other and making sure all their friends are alright. The hotel receptionists hide behind the counter, surprised their job could one day become dangerous.

" The drive to the hotel was relatively quiet, and the people around us seemed to know the danger lurking within. Most of them averted their eyes towards me and scattered in different directions. The syndicates and blood moon pack were sworn enemies, so even if the pack got razed down, I wouldn't feel any ounce of sympathy for them. We arrived at the hotel within five minutes and parked our cars nearby. My men jumped out of the vehicles like they owned the place. I stepped out of the car and followed them inside. People inside scattered in fear, but one of the men was able to see the receptionist who was shaking like a leaf. ”Give us a spare key to room thirty-four right now!“

What happened at the bar last night was just proof that they are becoming even more aggressive with their threat to the president. I excused myself in the kitchen when my phone suddenly rang. Natalia was still glaring at me while Haruka was still trembling at what had happened earlier. Sofia comforts her. The hotel's housekeeping came immediately to remove the cockroach that lived in their beautiful hotel. Tsk. This adds to the bad reputation of the hotel, especially if the three brats complain to the management and spread the experience to other social media. I felt sorry for the hotel because I knew that soon, it would close.

📖(✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡ MIMO'S POV (｡❛ᴗ❛｡)📖 A month has taken its place, and I finished writing my first ever werewolf tragedy love story. I made it so steamy that he will not reject reading it. I kept getting nightmares about what happened to us in the hotel, and that moment has inspired me to write some scenes in the story.

Just dust and cobwebs and a single rocking chair. The police said I must have imagined it. Stress. Exhaustion. Too many horror movies. But I know what I saw. And sometimes, late at night, when I'm alone in my apartment, I hear a soft scuffling in the hallway. I feel eyes on me, watching from the shadows. And I wonder if she's still hungry. I wonder if she's already found another girl to take my place.

I asked, even though I already knew the answer. "I'm suggesting that you finish your drink," he said slowly, deliberately. "And then you come back to my hotel. And you let me show you exactly what it feels like to forget about your carefully controlled life for one night." It was the kind of proposition that should have made me leave immediately. It was reckless, dangerous, completely inappropriate. Instead, I finished my drink and stood. "Lead the way," I said. The hotel room was upscale but impersonal, exactly what I'd expected. He closed the door behind us and locked it, and suddenly the entire atmosphere shifted.