Hotel Transylvania Ghost Novels & Stories

He had some unfinished business to attend to. “Hans! My man! What brings you here?” Jimmy the ghost asked as he lounged in the brightly lit lobby of the great big mansion. A female spirit was on his lap, they had been making out. Around them, black leather armchairs were sprawled all over the oriental blue white marbled floor and spirits could be seen mingling around freely. Hans stood in the middle of the lobby with his extendable metallic wand in hand. Marcelino was right beside him with a similar-looking wand.

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

"Shut up! Who told you to say that word." She scolded at him. Michael smiled in the dark to see she had never changed. Still was so scared only the word GHOST. He put his arms around her and caressed her back gently. "Which word? Ghost?" He pretended to not understand. She screamed in her throat and put her face against his arm. "It's true, darling, definitely no ghosts here. Ghosts don't like a modern hotel. They prefer the old rusty hotels. That's what I've heard."

It has a beautiful lobby with floor to ceiling windows that look out over the mountain behind it. The first night, I sit at the bar, listening to the chatter around me. Here, it is much more lively and loud than in the last two places I visited. There is a high level of energy with the tourists, and I have to focus my attention. As I listen, I can hear multiple conversations around the room that make me realize one of the draws of this particular tourist town are the vampires. ‘The castle on the hill’ is by invite only and is considered an elite party house. They don’t realize that they have been glamoured into keeping the secret of what goes on inside.

"Isn't this Tyler Sims' house? Why did you bring our boss here?" Kelvin and Luke were taken aback to find themselves in front of the stunning villa. Seeing their confused faces, Billy smiled smugly "You guys probably don't know, but strange things have happened at Tyler’s house. They've consulted many priests to ward off the evil spirits, but nothing has worked. "Now, they're seeking help from the community. If someone can get rid of the ghosts in their house, they'll receive 2000 dollars as a reward."

“Ms. Ghost, please save me… I want to get out of here!” Elowen was so frightened that she burst into tears. Lucien did not move closer. He simply said coldly, “This estate is haunted, so I invited a priest to eliminate it.” Elowen’s eyes widened. The blood in her veins seemed to freeze, her entire body turning icy as she found herself unable to move. Panic quickly locked her mind in place. The next moment, Elowen threw caution to the wind, rushed outside, and screamed, “No! You are not allowed to hurt my friend!”

His eyes shone crimson as he licked his blood strained lips. "This". He held the glass. Leaning back into Stephen’s chest sniffing his neck. It soothed him. Relaxed him. "Good one Callum . It’s a deer. You sure you want this"? Saint reconfirmed. Callum nodded a yes and the next moment they all gasped when Saint took all shots bottom up. "Yumm". They all laughed looking at him enjoying the treat. "Someone taking lessons. Wow. It’s not so you Stephen". Suddenly the door opened to Zol and they all were shocked.

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

“Bernard made another post.” Elena’s attention snapped toward him instantly. Nico gave a small shake of his head. “He isn’t looking for Ghost.” He paused. “Well…not the real Ghost.” His eyes scanned farther down the page. “He’s offering a hell of a lot of money for the person he thinks is Ghost.” He looked up. “Viktor.” Then Nico clicked another link. His jaw tightened. “Dammit.” He clicked it again. “It won’t let me in.”