Mickey Mouse Ghost House Novels & Stories

It also appears to be haunted enough to discourage those stupid, curious paranormal dickheads from wandering in this area at night. Davien sent him another blueprint of the entire area. A computer-generated layout. There was a secret tunnel just a few yards away from the ruins, leading directly to the facility built hidden from the public eyes or that he had knowledge of this existence. Right at the end of the narrow tunnel was a massive metal door painted grey, occupying the entire tunnel circumference. His enemies are getting sagacious more than he gives them credit for. He had this city under his thumb, and nothing goes around here that he didn’t know, but having this entire hideout insid

“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.

Larson is up to, but I suppress all the doubts that I am feeling right now because I am eager to know how I can get wolfsbane. After a few minutes of driving, the car stopped in front of a big house, I can't help but swallow my saliva because the house seems so fucking creepy, like this is the kind of house that I've seen in some horror movies. "Don't worry because ghosts don't come out till midnight." He said jokingly but I just scoff at him. "Well, werewolf do exist so I won't be surprised if there is a ghost inside your house, Mr. Larson," I replied but he just smirks at me and motioned for me to follow him.

“Of course, the book and all of my other things are at my house.” I nod to my guards and motion for Mykael to come with us. We follow the woman out of my house and into the forest. We walk for nearly half an hour before finally coming up to a small cabin. It is in the middle of a part of the forest that children call the Haunted Forest. They believe there are ghosts and monsters hiding in the trees. Even I used to believe the ridiculous scary stories.

She wanted to save the best one for the last. "Haunted house?" She asked, pointing her eyes at the entrance of the haunted house. Which was the mouth of a gigantic monster. "We can go there first." She practically dragged him in, thinking it was a theatrical performance of some sort. It was freezing here. Alexandra shivered and curled against Jonathan, stealing some of his warmth. Out of nowhere, a ghost jumped on them, triggering her fight instincts. She curled her fist tight and punched the ghost hard on the face, almost cracking its white mask.

Was there a ghost in the house? “Who's there?” Mayeli said, trying not to sound afraid, but losing. There was no reply, and after a moment, the figure started to etch closer. Mayeli took a step back involuntarily as panic seized her. “Who's that?” She asked again, goose bumps rising on her skin. A low chuckle erupted from her unwanted companion, and suddenly the lights switched on, blinding Mayeli momentarily. When Mayeli regained her vision, she looked up to see Tyse. He had a small smile playing on his handsome face.