Mickey Mouse Ghost House Novels & Stories

I grinned, “I had a very cute little monkey who repeated everything that I said. All the kids were crazy about it and would roam around me to play with it. I think I had it until I was thirteen. But then I was thrown out of my room-” I stopped midway as I realised that I had blabbered off more than I should have. My mouth snapped shut as the memories rushed in. Getting thrown out of my own room, my things burning down, my mom and dad’s things getting burnt to the ground as I cried for several days. Mickey, my monkey toy, had been in the same pile of the things that were burnt down.

Their skin was pale, though not as pale as Amanda's, but their hair looked messy and almost covered their entire face. The little girl was about to open Amanda's room door when Max immediately screamed loudly. "Ghost! Leave my mother's room!" he shouted, trembling. 'Even though this is the first time I face a ghost that might be able to kill me, I have to protect Mom!' Max resolved in his heart. On the other hand, the little girl screamed in response to Max's scream, covering her ears with her tangled pink hair. The sound of the shriek was so piercing that it nearly woke up the entire mansion.

Cade occupied its top floor, the 76th floor. Mike and Mika were mesmerized when they arrived inside the luxurious apartment. They ran from room to room, momentarily forgetting their previous troubles. Especially when they arrived at the room assigned to each of them, Mika looked overjoyed. The princess motifs on the walls of her room were her dream. She wondered how her daddy knew that it was her favorite cartoon. Mike in his room was busy fiddling with the various toys placed on the shelf. There wasn’t a single thing he didn’t like. Therefore Mike was sure that their daddy had been investigating about them.

But there was a spilled task on the fourth one. The fourth room was very big, and there was another small room in it. The side task required a female player to enter the room alone. The ghost of the girl who was murdered would make a presence to leave a clue for her. "Make a presence... Do you mean that... there will be ghosts in there?" Miley asked with a serious face. "Yes," Jonason replied with certainty. Miley and Natasha were astonished. Was it too late to stop filming now? Where are you, my substitutes!!!!

She turned and pointed towards the massive concrete sarcophagus of Reactor 4, looming in the distance like a tombstone for the world. "Under the stone," she whispered. "But the Clown is waiting." "The Clown?" Ben asked, finally rebooting his suit. "Please tell me it's not a Pennywise situation." The girl faded. She didn't walk away; she just became transparent, then dissolved into mist, leaving only the faint scent of ozone and burnt sugar. "Great," Jack stood up. "Ghost kids giving directions. This is definitely not Kansas." "The Clown," Catherine mused. "There was a mascot... for the park. 'Misha the Bear'. But maybe the radiation twisted it into something else."

She took one look at me buried under blankets on the chaise, phone glowing in my face, and planted her hands on her hips. “Do you want to turn into a mushroom that badly?” I blinked up at her, brain stalling. “What?” She sighed dramatically, crossed the room, and sat right next to me. Then she cupped my face in both hands, deadly serious. “Girls who stay cooped up in their rooms too long get visited by ghosts. The ghosts turn them into mushrooms.” I just stared. Couldn’t find a single word. Roundy’s voice popped up, dry as ever. {Your mum needs medical help.}

Will she be able to survive all the ordeals if they knew Luca asked her out? Marvina chuckled, "Well, it's just a mere dream. Don't read too much into it. If you're scared of that female ghost, then I suggest for you call for someone to help you chase the ghost out of your house.” She answered casually. Marvina looked at her worried face. She added, "Well, it's just a nightmare. Nothing to worry about. If you don't believe in superstition then don't believe in it. Live your life normally. Unless you believe in superstitious things then I guess you will get used to it in no time."

"Yieeeeee yeah you don’t like him because he’s arrogant, he’s muscular, he has a pointed nose, he’s tall, and his lips looked so sweet. Yes Alaister you don't like him!" and with that she threw me a pillow Hahahaha. We talked about music and other kinds of stuff until Aunt Ana came with our food so we ate first. "Alaister do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Alaister, now that she was lying down in our bed. "Did you watch a horror movie last night? Then I would say that there are no ghosts and I do not believe in ghosts." Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that.

I tried to take it from his hand again but he just hided in his desk. There was a knock on the door before I got the chance to object. Ace called a come in and a guy came in smiling. "Ghost is asking for the little" he said to ace. "I'm the little boss" I said with a frown, he looked surprised and looked at ace who chuckled again. "She's the mini-boss" he assured him. I smiled and skipped out of the office looking for Leo, the guy guided me toward one of the bedrooms on the second floor.

Realizing that she was completely serious about Mike being somewhat real as far as being a ghost, he was slowly questioning these tiny facts. “Then Mike must have packed it, he did say that the house wasn’t safe and that I needed to stay with you.” “At least the ghost was right about that.” Nate mumbled in a low sarcastic tone quickly adding, “Isn’t the spirit suppose to be invisible and ummm… not able to touch stuff?” “Look, I don’t have all the answers and yeah I know how messed up and totally… extremely insane all this sounds, but it’s the only logical explanation I could come up with.”