The Overnight Guest Novels & Stories

He stood up and moved to the window behind the chair and looked at the somber sky. "I ought to act tonight then." "I am sorry, sir," the concierge of the guest lodge said. "Yours was a last-minute booking. I am afraid we need some time to prepare your room." "How long?" Wes asked. "Not more than twenty minutes. Would you like to wait in the waiting room? Or would you like to wait outside with the rest of the guests?" "We'll wait outside. Thank you," Willow said immediately. The wooden guest house was built on the slope of a hill and was surrounded by towering trees. It was small compared to hotels but it was cozy and provided homely vibes.

The loudspeaker crackled sharply overhead. [Good morning, guests.] Winona jolted awake instantly. [Last night, one participant violated hotel rules.] A brief pause followed. Then the voice smiled. She cannot see the face, but she can feel their expression. [One guest is now dead.]

It was obvious that the second-floor rooms had issues. But the third floor—after all, that should still be Belinda’s domain, right? In the end, the guests returned to their original rooms. But by the middle of the night, people from the second-floor guest rooms began trickling out and heading upstairs to the third floor. The night passed quietly. So quietly, in fact, that few dared to sleep soundly. By morning, many guests had noticeable dark circles under their eyes. One guest even wondered aloud if Charlie and the others had disappeared... but they appeared perfectly fine at breakfast.

“He said you should spend the night here.” “What?” I asked, blinking in surprise. “I didn’t bring my pajamas.”Daniel looked at me, a flash of annoyance crossing his face. “He’ll arrange something for you. You’ll stay in the guest room.” He turned on his heel without waiting for further protest, and I followed him silently down the hallway. We stopped in front of one of the doors. He opened it, revealing a spacious, beautifully decorated guest suite. “Here. You’ll stay here for the night. Call me if you need anything.” He paused, then added under his breath, “Or don’t.” I heard that part clearly but pretended I didn’t. I simply nodded and stepped inside, closing the door firmly behind me.

The one he had thoroughly erased from her mouth by the time the was over. Mark did a quick mental analysis of the guests he had the chance to see last night. The ones who booked overnight stay. He only saw three of them out of the eleven on the records. All three were young men around the same age as he. Hell, all the nine guests were men judging from their names. Out of that eleven, two spent the night alone in their rooms. When he came in this morning, he saw one of them kissing and saying goodbye to his babe as she left in a cab. So that meant three men in this motel were without partners to the best of his knowledge.

To her dismay, the front desk staff informed her, "Our apologies, Madam. Our rooms are fully booked for the night." Already miffed from being woken up at midnight, she grew infuriated upon learning there were no empty rooms. She barked, "How could you let a man into my room without my permission? Set aside a new room for me, or I'll complain!" "Madam, we're sorry. The guest claimed to be your husband, and he didn't want to wake you up at midnight. So, we—" Refusing to listen to the explanation, she hung up on the front desk. Staring at Ian, who had an unreadable look on his face, she knew she couldn't get rid of him that night.

After dessert, which was mixed fruit and some yogurt, mom got everyone's attention with a glass and a spoon. "The party has basically ended now, and I thank you all for being here tonight." Mom began. "If you do wish to stick around longer, please do not hesitate to. In fact, many of you know that we have a guesthouse with a couple of bedrooms so those that decide to spend the night should be good." People began getting up and coming to hug us goodbye. "Tomorrow is Sunday." Nathan told me, putting an arm around me as everyone left the kitchen. "I know." I chuckled.

This raised his doubts. Scott explained, "You'll know why once you call the receptionist to book a room." Ordinary guests would not stay in their rooms for four to six hours after dinner without leaving the room. It was what raised Scott's doubt. He felt that the guests there were most probably Evan's men. Arno found the resort's contact information and made a call. "Hello, I would like to book a room." The receptionist replied. "I'm sorry, but the resort is fully booked these two days."

"Let's not jump to conclusions. It's probably a coincidence." Cassandra's unease lingered, but she shook it off. They needed rest. Inside, the guest house was dingy but clean. The proprietor, a gruff old man, handed them a key. "Room 22. No visitors after 10 PM." As they settled in, Mildred stayed a little longer before leaving Cassandra lost in thought. Meanwhile, across town, Claus sat in his sleek living room, nursing a whiskey. Tyla, his girlfriend, curled up beside him, noticed his distant gaze.

His eyes had not yet opened, and his voice was soft and hoarse. Ovan’s Adam's apple bobbed up and down, just like his heart at the moment. "She worked on a design. The guests were in a hurry. So she worked overtime in the shop, and I accompanied her all night. Now she has slept in the shop, and let me come back to see you." Aiden rubbed his eyes. "Really?" “Really." Ovan picked him up and said, "I'll take you to the room to sleep."