Mickey Mouse Ghost House Novels & Stories

Men got out, secured the area with military precision. I didn't wait for permission. Just opened my door and ran. Ghost met me at the front entrance. Six-foot-four of solid muscle and calm competence. He had been special forces before going private, and it showed in the way he moved he was always aware, always ready. "He's in the living room," Ghost said quietly. "Playing that dinosaur game you got him. I told him we might be taking a trip, but he doesn't know anything else." "Thank you." I gripped his arm. "For everything."

She paused and said softly, "The ghost house." Zac frowned. "Stay away from that place." "Is there a ghost inside it? For real?" Hazel's big black eyes blinked twice, full of curiosity. "Ghosts only exist in people's hearts," Zac said with a faint smile. "Have you ever been to that place?" Hazel lay down on the sofa and put her head on his lap. The firm muscles of his thighs made her feel very comfortable. Zac touched her hair and played with it casually. "It's a forbidden area. No one can enter it except for

Sylvia told her. “I think you throwing mud at my head got me back for that.” Mickey complained. “What??” Now Grey joined in. “That hit ME.. not you!” He said. “Still….” Mickey replied. “Y’all are assholes and I’m going through every puddle I see…. just for that.” “Noooo!” Aspen cried. “You’ll mess up our purty decorations!” “Purty?? Purty Aspen? Did we time travel back into the woods?” Mickey asked.

He had some unfinished business to attend to. “Hans! My man! What brings you here?” Jimmy the ghost asked as he lounged in the brightly lit lobby of the great big mansion. A female spirit was on his lap, they had been making out. Around them, black leather armchairs were sprawled all over the oriental blue white marbled floor and spirits could be seen mingling around freely. Hans stood in the middle of the lobby with his extendable metallic wand in hand. Marcelino was right beside him with a similar-looking wand.

“Marty, we got a problem.” “Shit, what is it?” Marty asked and put his feet on the floor. “Ghost got arrested,” Paul stated as he was sucking wind. That wasn’t part of Marty’s plan, but he wasn’t mad. Ghost wasn’t going to talk. He hardly ever talked. “How’d that happen?” “We were keeping an eye on Bonnie. We followed her to Jesse’s house. Well, you know Ghost got a thing for blondes.” “Yeah, he can’t help himself. That’s his only weakness.”

Irena pointed at a silvery button on the side of the robotic suit’s arm. “What the f#ck is Ghost Mode?” Mark asked with a slight raspy irritation in his gravelly voice. “Ghost Mode is a feature that will allow you to become untouchable, but only for five seconds,” Irena explained. “After pressing the button, the suit sends out a magnetic pulse that will disrupt the electrical charges between the atoms in your body, making you a spirit for only a few seconds. You’ll be able to walk through walls or walk through punches, but only for five seconds. And you’ll only be able to use the Ghost Mode feature twice.”

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

Then, I brought out a bottle of whiskey and finished everything in one go. I even placed an order of fresh pig's blood online. I'd read somewhere that ghosts were extremely afraid of pig's blood. And since I wasn't able to rid myself of Mabel's ghost, I would just go all out and fight her instead. I held the bowl of blood in my hands, feeling comforted by its presence. Then, I waited patiently in the living room for the ghost to appear again. Just as the clock struck 9:00 pm, all of the lights in the house went out all of a sudden.

Tamara says. "No, no, it's fine. We will clean up the house ourselves," Mikey says. Mikey does not want any more of Mariam's magic around him. One never knows when she will kill you with a spell. "Ha ha ha. You are all afraid of my spells. Broom of doom cleaned this house, and I don't want to see a mouse," Miriam says. The next moment, a broom attacks everybody in the room, and the wolves must duck and dive to avoid all the broom hits.