Mickey Mouse Ghost House Novels & Stories

"I remember when he could fit in the palm of Mickey's hand." "Don't remind me," I laughed, though my voice carried a note of wistfulness. "Sometimes I miss how tiny he was. Now he's into everything, climbing furniture, trying to follow the pack members around the property." It was true—Gabriel's curiosity and energy seemed boundless. The house they'd purchased six months ago was thoroughly baby-proofed, but Gabriel's supernatural agility and determination meant he could find trouble in the most unlikely places. "Speaking of climbing," Mickey's voice carried from across the yard, "Gabriel, get down from there."

The house has a beautiful design on the outside with a very big garage with twenty exotic cars. There is also a dog house for their dog and also there is the workers quarter behind the house and it’s also big and well equipped. Manuel Carries Evelyn in a bridal style and takes her into the house and Evelyn puts her hands around his neck and both began to kiss while Manuel climbs the stairs carrying her.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

The stain never comes off. I hear music and laughter. Sounds that dig deep, cutting sharply through my confusion and panic, gouging inside my ears. I hear voices. Voices of ghosts and nightmares. Voices I've heard my whole life. Voices I could never escape. I want to piss myself, I want to puke, but I know that will make Mum mad. I can't stay here, in this tiny bathroom. There's no point. The lock is broken. Sometimes, if I'm quiet, if I'm really quiet, they forget I'm here, so caught up in their shit that they don't remember the little mouse hiding in the bedroom. I could go there now and hide in the wardrobe. Yes, that's what I'll do.

My buddy, Adam Page, calls me and says that his mom is hospitalized, and he can't rush back in time. He asks me to submit his competition entry that is due tonight. We're both in the competition, but I have already submitted my entry. I'm just about to say yes to helping him when my mouse suddenly jerks. "Don't you dare click it! If you submit his entry for him, you'll lose your first-place prize and the 20,000 dollars prize money! He'll even go on livestream and accuse you of stealing his work, saying that you cost him the prize money and caused his mom to die because she couldn't afford treatment. You'll be torn apart by online bullying, saddled with a huge debt, and end up losing every

Vivana convinced Mickey with a throat cutting gesture but he looked like he wasn't bothered. Jessica then walked back finding them talking but didn't bother them. She walked up to Mickey giving a kiss on the forehead. The house was just identical to the one Mickey had shifted from with a difference of only the wall color which were white. "Did you get the pizza?" Jessica inquired falling on the couch. "Pepperoni with extra cheese." He smirked. "Great. Just like I love it." "Season four is out." Showed Mickey a blind spot disk cover which excited Jessica.

“Perfect.” Ghost’s gaze sharpened. “Don’t forget what you promised me.” I considered it. The boy. The rope creaked. I smiled again. “Fine,” I said. “You’ll have your money. And more, if this ends the way I plan.” Ghost leaned in a fraction, voice low. “Don’t underestimate the cry of a cub. If he howls, others can hear. Keep him gagged. Keep him under, if you can. Soundproof everything.” His eyes flicked once to the boy, then back to me. “And don’t get sentimental. Sentiment ruins timing.”

Geneva loosened her fierce grip on his arm and picked up the rat that didn't even squirm. "Ghost rats can't be dangerous or have rat diseases, can they?" She could feel his shrug even with her back turned. "Our own personal ghost pet and I'll name it Mickey." She announced. "How sure are you that it's a male?" His unexpected question made her twirl to face him. "Even if it's a female, Mickey should do." "Minnie," he suggested. "Does this look like a Minnie to you?" "It does look like a mini you."

I even received a huge bonus. On the day I got the bonus, the very first thing I did was seek out my landlord. I bought the so-called haunted apartment. From now on, it would be my home. That night, after finishing all the paperwork, I went home. There was no dinner on the table, which was a first in a number of months. The apartment was quiet, and I didn't sense Ivy's presence anywhere. My heart felt strangely empty. I walked over to the table and saw a familiar pink sticky note lying there. The handwriting on it was fainter than ever, as if it would disappear into the air at any moment.

“I don’t know, Luna Ava. I’ve seen some weird stuff in my time. You can’t always explain everything with logic.” “Like what?” Chris asked, shooting Mike an intrigued look that left me a bit taken aback. Mike’s expression grew more serious, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “Well, I grew up in a haunted house. No joke.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as I took a bite of my pot pie. “Come on, Mike. There’s no such thing as ghosts.” “No, really,” he insisted, leaning closer. “Things would move on their own, and we would hear voices at night. Sometimes we would see shadowy figures in the hallways. It got so bad that my parents had to get a medium to cleanse the place.”