Mickey Mouse Ghost House Novels & Stories

"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."

– he asks with a mischievous smile. Kat tightens her arms around Micky's neck and kisses him. When they part their lips, Micky, with the most daring air in the world, says: - I already know what will distract you more than flowers. - Your kisses? – Kat asks. Micky gets up with Kat in his arms and looks everywhere. Kat frowns, watching him. He started running to the back of the packhouse, where there was a small warehouse where the gardeners kept their tools. It was nothing more than a small hut, 6x5 feet, that was against the wall of the packhouse. Without putting her down, he opens the door and enters, closing the door behind him. Completely dark, he takes away some buckets and puts her on

POV Millie Ghost is standing near the doorway. Is he the one on duty for tonight? “Millie.” The hideous man of a person says. “Um..what’s up?” I ask staring at the large scar that runs down his face. “Look Millie…” he says while scratching the back of his head. “I want to apologize for how badly I handled everything with you. I shouldn’t have reacted that way, I can tell you’re a good person, and uh..I don’t know…I think you need to see something on the third floor.” He says slumping his shoulder looking guilty. “What is it?” I ask cautiously. “It’s X..” he says with regret in his tone. “Is he okay?!” I ask frantically. “Yeah, yeah, he’s fine.” He says. I furrow my eyebrow

He was tense earlier because of the stares, but I'm sure he was enjoying their adoration of him. Ghosts don't favor crowded spaces. Their real name is Myles McCormick, aka Ghost. He's only a few years younger than me before he joined the team. He has been given the name Ghost because of his code name. He is good at not being spotted. He's a great master of disguise, and you wouldn't think twice to know who or where he is. He's like a wandering ghost who came to fuck you.

Mickey “Mickey,” Kendrick said, standing at my doorstep like a ghost from the past. The sight of him left me frozen. I had not seen him in person since that disastrous business event months ago, and yet here he was, looking more worn out and more desperate than I remembered. “What the hell are you doing at my house, Mr? You think you can just come in here as you please?” I asked, feeling disgusted and annoyed. “I need to talk to you. That's why I'm here,” he said and his eyes blinked continuously as if he had stolen something.

“God, you don’t deserve to be here. But I can’t help you, Mom. I can’t even help myself.” She stared at me like I had just spoken another language ... Then she stood up and began pacing, her hands flying to her head. “That’s impossible. What happened to everything you got from Echo?” “Everything is still there,” I said, voice cracking. “But I can’t access any of it. The house is haunted, Mom. There’s a ghost in that house. I can’t stay there.” She let out a short... humorless laugh. “Ghost? Come on, Laura, don’t be ridiculous. There’s no such thing.”

Elina was annoyed that Jessica always disappeared suddenly. “Sophia, do you mind?” “No, alright I'll do it.” Sophia said. "The food is in the cage. You take it easy, Choco is a good dog." Elina laughed, then excused herself. *** Sophia clutched her skirt as she stared at a doghouse 10 meters in front of her. Not far from the kennel, a Chow-chow type dog was sleeping with its tongue hanging out. Choco is no ordinary dog, he has a large body, his fur is thick and long, the thick fur on his head makes Choco look like a lion. It is certain that the money spent by the owner to buy and care for this dog is not small.