Mickey Mouse Ghost House Novels & Stories

His hand sprung up, waving at me in greeting—a greeting I had ignored as I approached the door, punching in my security code to gain access into the manor. “You look surprised, Ginevra.” Ghost muttered, stepping into the house with me. “Shouldn’t I be?” I questioned, forcing out a smile. “How are you even here? How did you get here? When did you get here?” He went quiet for a while, his eyes darting around the house, admiration glistening his orbs—he liked the decor. It was minimal, dark themed, and classy. Of course a man like Ghost would love it. “One question at a time, princess.” He drawled, “and let it be known that your lack of vigilance has nothing to do with me. I followed you all th

But her scream was not that loud and so her neighbor didn't hear it , since it was already midnight. Shewas in so much shock that she could not control her self and faints down . Next day morning. She opens her eyes and find herself in the bed but she was clueless that how could she be in the bed instead of the floor.Last thing she could barely remember that was, she going to close the door and a dark shadow grabbing her from behind. Suddenly she felt something else on the bed and so she rolled her eyes looking beside and got frightened to death .It was the mummy who was sleeping beside her.

Walking over to the snack machine, I see something really small moving behind it in the shadows. I lean down to see a mouse about the size of a golf ball run across the floor to a hole in the wall and when it does, it turns around and squeaks at me. Laughing, I stand back up and watch as the door opens again from behind me out of the corner of my eye. Strangely, there is no one there.

The other two… Those were where the fun happened. I dropped into my chair, set the plate beside the keyboard, and cracked my knuckles. “All right, Ghost.” My fingers danced across the keys. “Where are you?” A dozen command windows sprang to life. Lines of code streamed down the screens faster than most people could read them. Numbers, IP addresses, encrypted tunnels, relay nodes… Beautiful. Most people looked at this and saw gibberish. I saw fingerprints. Ghost was good. Better than good. They managed to stay invisible while making half the underground think they knew where they was. That alone was impressive.

I also received a substantial financial bonus. The day I got my bonus, the first thing I did was call the landlord and buy the haunted house. From that day on, it became my home. After all the paperwork was finalized in the evening, I came back to a quiet apartment. There was no dinner waiting for me on the table. It was the first time in five months. The house was quiet, and I could no longer sense Nathaniel’s presence. I felt a deep, hollow feeling in my chest. I walked to the table and saw a familiar yellow note lying there.

Amanda tried to copy her decency, she craned her neck, as she skimmed her carefully. Mercy tittered and gushed. “don’t worry I will teach you.” She crooned Angela could barely hear them, her eyes looked at the stairs, she barely paid attention at them. She waited for them eagerly. they walked in; Melina marched on her hounds making a sharp click-clack as they walked down the stairs. Mercy looked mortified as she spoke to them. ‘‘it’s my mom, she loves wearing hounds, you will get used to the sound.’’ Her face said it all; she was pissed with that atmosphere; it must be really eating her up.

On the road with many different cars running, Mikey drove the car very fast, like he was being chased by a ghost. He just drove his car into the garage and immediately ran to the elevator, Mikey's hand kept pressing the open button. Mikey waited a few seconds, the elevator was still busy. He chose to go up the stairs. Mikey rushed to his friend's clinic, and arbitrarily pushed the door in without knocking. The doctor didn't even need to look up to know who the person who appeared was. He said in a mocking tone:

Here we go again. Mike and Isaac got to the study, carrying cleaning products, brooms and mops as to leave the whole county squeaky clean. “Hey, Isaac,” said Brandon in a casual way. “Looks like there was a well in the basement.” His friend was leaving his load on the floor. “The basement?” he repeated, pointing down. “The only one around,” I replied, trying to smile. “There’s another under the guesthouse,” said Mike, beating Brandon to king of casual.

Gideon lets out a barking laugh but doesn’t say anything about the bed or the collection of whips and things on the floor. Ghost is standing right outside of the bedroom door; he’s so close that Gideon almost slams into him, but Ghost seems completely unbothered. He’s got a massive smile on his face and he’s holding out a velvet blue box while looking directly at me. “Glow worms shouldn’t be this happy.” I mutter, which only makes Ghost smile more and Gideon laugh a little as he steps to the side. I watch in horror as Ghost drops to one knee, holds up the little velvet box and bows his head so low I can see the back of his pale neck.

He was cleverer, he’d know what to do about monsters. Once she climbed back down the ladder, it took a good bit of pleading, bargaining, and outright nagging before Mickey finally agreed to come with her. Together, they climbed back up and crept towards the bathroom. Mickey didn’t believe in monsters, but the part about Dad having four legs did sound a bit suspicious. Minnie, fearless as ever, opened the bathroom door again. The movement inside stopped instantly, just like before. The shower curtain stayed closed. Minnie pointed underneath it and whispered, ‘Look, four legs.’