Mickey Mouse Ghost House Novels & Stories

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.

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

“I’m Mickey. We’re on your side. We can help you find Miley—” Before she could finish, loud gunfire erupted outside. We all ducked instinctively. “Miley’s on the third floor. Let’s go,” Mickey said. I shifted my gaze between the two of them, weighing whether I could trust them. For the moment Kelvin’s gun was aimed away from me and toward the door. I nodded and followed Mickey as she ran further into the mansion.

"They want to buy the place. I think they know something is up, because one of them kept trying to peek in the windows." "She wouldn't have seen anything if she had. Unless you invite someone in, the Gaes protects us from outside observation. Tink could stand naked in the doorway of the house, and it would appear empty to them." "Spooky." Mike sat on the edge of the fountain. "Yeah, when they wanted to come inside, I felt super uncomfortable." "That's from the magic. Listen to it always." Mike nodded. "Don't worry, I will. Oh, I talked with Cecilia. She didn't shriek at me this time, and we chatted a bit. That was kind of cool, not having the shit scared out of me."

Kylie wailed from her floor prison. "No, we're not!" "YES, YOU ARE!" Evil laughter filled the air like poisonous gas. The front door creaked open with ominous slowness. "Why is it so dark in here?" Mom's familiar voice cut through the supernatural nonsense. "Oh no..." the ghost whispered. "Honey, don't come in!" Dad yelled. "Why not?" "Yes, Mom, listen to Dad! This place is haunted and we're about to become ghost food, so don't join our doom party!"

Now that Codi is on the other side of the house with a nanny, we have a little wiggle room, but not much. “Is that what Milo tells you?” I lift onto my tiptoes to prolong the feeling of his teeth on my skin until my eyes flicker open. “Yeah. He can go fuck himself tonight.” Ghost says in a muffled voice. He is watching me through the mirror, still smiling, with his teeth clamped onto my skin.

It was suddenly awfully quiet—like the choir of birds and the rustle of the leaves abruptly paused. Mickey shouted into the darkness above, “GUYS?”. No response. In a second, Mickey finally decided he had no choice but to follow. He gulped and stepped his weight on the first few climbs of the rope ladder. It swung at first, almost making him lose his balance. “SHIT.” He adjusted his feet and regained momentum then proceeded to climb into the hands of branches. It was still dead quiet. Finally, he got to a small deck in front of the treehouse that made it like a suburban porch, panting in exhaustion and anxiousness. What welcomed him was a dark stench that smelled like raw meat.

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******