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This was inspired by @KingerSimpXD , I mostly made this because I was bored lol. (Warnings!!: This story will have swearing!! Alright, enjoy me embarrassing myself in front of the internet :3)

I complained to the hotel front desk about the hauntings of my room 666,but they told their floor plan ends at room 665....

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I blink my eyes open, my white polyester button up the only thing on me. Cold, sweaty, white sheets over my body and a man holding me with one arm around my waist, asleep. I wiggle out of the man's grip and pull my legs out of the sheets, to my chest, reaching my hands up to rub my eyes. I notice my underwear on the ground beside me. I jump off the side of the bed and quickly bend down, pick them up and put them on, now searching for the rest of my belongings. Lucky he got lazy and only bothered to take my pants and underwear off, I looked near the door of the small hotel room, as expected my black jeans lay there untouched the whole night. Good he didn't take anything I thought.

Based on the Haunting of the Redmont Hotel

Viondra Voss is running from a cult that worships a toaster and finds herself stranded in a desolate Nevada motel, where the only available bed comes with a warning: it's haunted. She's too tired to care-until she's forced to share the sagging mattress with Thorne Nightveil, a paranormal detective packing a suitcase full of ghost gadgets and unresolved family curses. Sharing a bed is awkward enough, but this antique four-poster has bigger plans-like swallowing its guests into a kaleidoscope of warped realities, carnivorous quilts, and eldritch bedbugs with existential crises. What starts as a night of creepy whispers and cult flashbacks erupts into an all-out war against an interdimensional toaster god, vengeful specters, and a reality-devouring mattress that just won't quit. Will Viondra and Thorne escape with their sanity intact-or will they end up as patterns in a cosmic comforter forever? Welcome to the only haunted hotel room that charges by the nightmare. Check in if you dare-dreams and breakfast not included!

Quincy, Michael, and Louis are on their way to the Mount Autumnfest Resort deep in the mountains of New England. They've been invited to attend a costume party for Louis' sister's, Louise, birthday. But for some reason they don't remember how they got on the foggy road to the hotel or where their car is...

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The Hvell House Hotel, located in the middle of nowhere, is always in need of new employees.

Every story has that Hotel Horror included, but this will keep you frozen with shock and horror, your heart will pump too fast and you will soon wish you never read this...

When horror blogger Ava checks into the abandoned Room 217 of the Greystone Hotel, she's chasing ghost stories for content-but what she finds is far more real. An ornate mirror, untouched by time, holds more than just reflections. As the line between reality and nightmare begins to blur, Ava vanishes without a trace. Now, fragments of her presence remain: broken glass, severed hair, strange pills, and a faceless photo. No one speaks of Room 217. But the mirror still waits-for someone new to look too long. A chilling, atmospheric horror tale about obsession, perception, and the sinister secrets that hide in plain sight.

Room No. 13, a horror-comedy follows four friends Nisha, Arjun, Meera, and Ravi-who book a stay at a haunted hotel for a fun, spooky weekend, despite Ravi's superstitions. If you persuaded me to say more about it, the genre says it all! Read on to find out what happens next. Happy Halloween loves 🦇 Love, d ♡

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-=+=-!Please Read My other story Death & Beyond!-=+=- After the event and Ava finding out she is a ghost she stumbles upon a Ghost Hotel.

Horror Hotel 〘∾ ⑄ ⬤ ⑄ ∾〙 When Heather and her best friend Bree get caught in a difficult situation; a major blizzard will hit the town they are staying in, they have to make a fast decision, stay the night in a creepy hotel called The Ash Hotel, or get caught in a storm. Although Heather isn't happy about it, they pick the hotel option. But when they get snowed in for who knows how long, some very funny events take place... except... they're not all that funny. Hushed whispers, weird scratching on the walls, blood stains, footsteps and plenty more. On top of it all, a killer is loose in The Ash Hotel, and all the guests are in for the ride of their life, so when Bree and Heather decide to take matters into their own hands, one of them is sure to get hurt soon...

Breanna and I are living in the hunted hotel for our YouTube channel

Frankie always felt like an outsider, but she finds belonging in the grand, decaying halls of the Oakhaven Heritage Hotel-her family's gothic, moss-covered inheritance. It is there, by a dusty library globe, that she meets Elijah, a devastatingly handsome young man with striking blue-green eyes and a voice that feels like cold comfort. Their connection is instant, intense, and impossible: Elijah is a ghost, tragically trapped in the hotel's walls for three years after a maintenance accident in the hidden sub-level tunnels. He is tethered by the secret of his death and slowly being consumed by the "cold"-the oblivion of lost memory. Now, Frankie is determined to save the man she loves by finding his lost remains in the collapsing, watery labyrinth below. But the closer they get to the truth, the more Elijah flickers, fighting the paralyzing fear of his final moments. To stay solid enough to guide her, he needs an intense source of living energy-the vibrant, effortless warmth of Frankie's own beautiful sister, Megan. Forced to swallow her fierce, heartbreaking jealousy, Frankie must confess her forbidden love and enlist her skeptical sister's help. It becomes a desperate race against time and fading light, where Frankie must risk her life and her heart to descend into the darkness, confront a deadly secret, and purchase a final, impossible act of love for the ghost who only wanted to hold on to the night.

In the summer of 1928, the Overlook Hotel stands alone in the Colorado mountains-remote, immaculate, and deliberately unreachable. Open only a few months each year, the hotel has already earned a reputation among a certain class of guest: those wealthy enough, powerful enough, or famous enough to disappear for a while. As Independence Day approaches, a carefully curated group arrives for a private week-long celebration. Hollywood royalty fleeing the glare of studio scrutiny. Political figures eager to speak freely without consequence. Financiers, fixers, and discreet intermediaries whose fortunes depend on what is not recorded. They come by invitation, following rumors rather than advertisements-rumors of perfect discretion, unspoken indulgence, and a place where rules quietly dissolve. The Overlook promises what no city can in 1928: privacy. Prohibition does not apply here. Gambling exists behind closed doors. Affairs begin without witnesses. Deals are made without paper. And beneath the glamour of tuxedos, flapper dresses, champagne, and fireworks, something older and less easily named seems to watch from the long corridors and high timbered ceilings. Over the course of several days leading up to the Fourth of July, the guests indulge, negotiate, betray, and unravel-some discovering that the isolation they sought has sharpened their desires, while others find the mountain air brings buried impulses to the surface. The hotel does not judge. It does not intervene. It merely remembers. July 4th at the Overlook is a story about power, secrecy, temptation, and the thin veneer of civility that separates celebration from collapse. It explores how places-like people-can develop reputations, and how the promise of absolute freedom can be more dangerous than any explicit threat.

This is a under a female reader perspective but if you still wanna imagine it in a different perspective or you wanna make a story of a different perspective than go right ahead.