Mickey Mouse Ghost House Novels & Stories

Every step tightened the pressure behind his sternum, pulling him deeper. “You always hated this place,” Vex’s voice echoed suddenly, smooth and amused. “Said it smelt like ghosts.” Riven stopped. The voice came from everywhere and nowhere—reverberating through tunnels, bleeding through walls. “Funny thing,” Vex continued. “Turns out ghosts don’t leave. They just change shape.” Riven’s jaw set. “Show yourself.” Laughter rippled through the dark. Lights flickered to life one by one, revealing a massive junction chamber ahead—old control panels, broken signal boards, and cables hanging like exposed veins.

Ben replied, confused. After a few minutes' walk, we stopped at an open area and entered, closing the gates behind us. The place was quiet, we could hear the trickling water of a small creek, but no birds could be heard chirping or rustling. We turned to the left, where we found the main entrance to the Little Rock swamp, and at the other side, the stranger was nowhere to be found. We all gasped, but we just had to continue. This open area was set in an area of tall grass and shrubs, surrounded by red concrete walls.

Ghost prances over to me and sits down in front of me expectantly. "Oh, fuck. Ghost I didn't get the chance to go. I ran into some trouble, girl," she lets her head fall in disappointment her tail stops wagging and she slumps over to the staircase. "Want some ice cream?" "Why is she upset?" Micca asks when Ghost just huffs at me. This is the first time he tries to talk to me since I basically called him a man-whore.

I replied, forcing a smile of my own. Mickey’s house was... extravagant. The kind of place you see on social media with captions like #HouseGoals or #Blessed. It had massive floor-to-ceiling windows, a sprawling lawn, and a pool that practically glowed in the twilight. Inside, it was all sleek modern furniture and LED lights, with music thumping so loud I could feel it in my bones. The party was in full swing, with people dancing, laughing, and doing shots like they were trying to win a contest. I immediately felt out of place, like a kid who accidentally wandered into the grown-ups’ table.

Of her heart continued walking through its alarming frantic beating, she might discover herself suddenly dead from a heart attack. " My name is Zach and my memories are foggy, that is the only thing I can remember about myself. " the ghost replied " What are you doing here. " Maisie asked " I don't know. One minute I was seating in a food court the next I was here. " the ghost shrugged as he settled down back on the couch which he got up from when the owner of the house he was staying in shouted that he should show himself. She straightens as she continues her questioning. " what are you. "

I decided it won't be a bad idea to try it, everyone else seems to enjoy this thing. I got the romote and clicked on the red button turning it on, next I started to mess with the buttons trying to change the channels. After some trials and errors I finally got how to use it, I found a movie that talks about a little boy who moved in a new home along his parents. As the movie went on turns out the home was possessed with ghosts, they almost killed the little guy making me scream in fear. Mouse came out running to check on me, he saw the movie on the screen and turned to me with a frown.

I collected the can of energy drink from him and sat on the bench close to us. He chuckled, shook his head, and came to join me. "Did you enjoy the rides?" He asked, glancing at my face. I gulped the drink at a go, still trying to make my breath balance. I had played with all my energy, forgetting I was now an adult. "Yeah! It's so much fun," I revealed, smiling. "Do you want to do something else?" He asked. I scrutinized the amusement park with my eyes and they fell on the inscription "Ghost House" . I have seen it in movies and I knew how scary it was but my curiosity won over me.

He knew I was in here. I began to type on the tablet, my fingers moving with a frantic, desperate speed. Query: Marco. Location? Response: 2 minutes away. Lemon tarts acquired. "Hurry up, Marco," I breathed, looking at the dark, silent man at my feet. "Because the ghosts in this house are starting to wake up."

Kaleb said in a laugh. “Tiny Tyson." “Oh, is that what they call him?" I asked. “Nah, that's what i started calling him since that incident cause he was quite tall for his age but yet still got chased by a baby squirrel. So he is tiny." He explained. “Makes a whole lot of sense." I said sarcastically and Kaleb smiled. “Time to see what the inside of the ghost house looks like,". We had gotten to the door of the building after a long trekking and Kaleb slowly opened it up and the door made it's squeaky, creepy sounds as it opened up..

He glanced over his shoulder at Ghost bent over the desk. The rules were different with Ghost. Marco wondered at times if the guy had been designed, down to his average-Joe looks. It was easy to look at him and see a regular dude. But Ghost wasn't normal. He bled, he pissed, and he ate like a man, but something about him wasn't right. "You got me?" Ghost said. "Loud and clear. We'll be gone in an hour." Marco let himself out of the apartment, locked the door, and drew his first easy breath.