[HabboxWeen] Articles Spooky Short Stories

[Brad]

ok, not really... but you get the picture.
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First off, I'd like to thank everyone for your spooky stories. Here you will be able to view each entry, and then be able to vote on your favourite one. To remind everyone of the prizes;

The writer with the most votes will receive 1 Month of VIP, and 500 Tokens. Runner up will receive 2 weeks of VIP and 250 Tokens!, and second runner up will receive 1 week VIP and 100 Tokens!

Entry One:

Show Hide Hotel Havoc By Bloop

Bikini was having second thoughts about this place, even though he had just been in there for under five minutes.
Perhaps it was the hotel itself. It was old, and in desperate need of maintenance and repair. The paint was peeling, light bulbs flickering, stairs creaking as if it was about to cave in on itself anytime soon. The hotel did not even have a lift - it was that ancient.
Perhaps it was the utter lack of other patrons. Bikini have yet to encounter any other humans except for the burly receptionist at the counter. He had given Bikini his key to his designated room, Room No. 12.
At least it's not 13, Bikini had thought. But the receptionist, seeming to read his mind, had remarked in monotone that Room No. 13 was opposite his room.
And he was never, ever, allowed to go in the room opposite his.
Ever.
Bikini swore the receptionist had giggled.
It was like he himself was reenacting those scenes in horror movies where he was being cautioned against something due to supernatural and paranormal activities.
And usually, certain death was involved.
Bikini tried to reassure himself that ghosts do not exist.
Do they?
His imagination starts going haywire, he was absolutely fearful. Bikini starts questioning himself why did he even went to this hotel in the first place.
In actual fact, he had arranged to meet someone he met online by the name of Drew Dessessop.
Yes, Dessessop.
Bikini reminds himself never to trust anyone with ridiculous last names. Anyway, Drew had suggested this hotel as the meeting place and had promised it was decent.
'Decent'.
Except that Drew never turns up.

Bikini had been in his room. He did not even bother to look around, just headed for his bed and laid in there, which he did for the past hour.
No sign of Drew.
Bikini flinched as the light blacked out and turned back on.
What if there are ghosts, he thought.
What if Drew was just a restless soul drifting around.
What if this whole hotel was a sham and was actually a human trap disguised as hotel for the dead hungry for human flesh.
What if Room No. 13 was the key operations room?
Bikini decided that he had had enough.
That's it, he thought, I'm going home.
Nevermind that I don't have any form of transport in this isolated hotel and it is 10 miles either way to the nearest signs of living.
I'm going to walk and get out of here.
Bikini grabbed his rucksack which was still unpacked and stepped out of his room.
There was it.
Room No. 13.
He did not notice it before when going to his room, he was much too creeped out.
Something stirred in Bikini.
He was curious.
Although his mind screamed about the potential doom and gloom, he was curious.
I'll take a peek, Bikini said to himself. Just a peek.
Just a little peek.
He knelt down and peered into the keyhole.
It was dusty and partially lit by the moonlight from the window. And there stood a figure, a woman.
Now that wasn't so bad after all, was it?
Wait, a woman?
What.
Bikini looked into the keyhole again.
This time, all he could see was red.
Bright red.
He spun around as the receptionist cleared his throat.
The receptionist... Looked flustered.
"I... Told you... Not to go into the room!" The receptionist articulated each word carefully and precisely.
But I didn't go in, Bikini pointed out.
The receptionist sighed.
"Okay look, whay did you see?"
Ummmm, I saw a woman, and then the colour red.
The receptionist was evidently shocked. He tried to regain his composure, but his voice was clearly trembling as he said the following.
"Mr Bikini sir, a few years ago, a woman comitted suicide in this room. It was one of the key reasons why we do not have much visitors. Our hotel was deemed haunted. And that woman... She died in this room."
Bikini gulped.
The receptionist continued, "But that's not all... This woman turned into a female ghost and had remained in this room ever since. And... Her eyes...
She had red eyes."

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Entry Two:

Show Hide Twas the Night of Hallowe'en By KrazyBethw

This night, in the misty hallows of the Habbo Hotel, was going to be like no other. Creeks and cries were heard throughout the halls and rooms. Screams filled the public areas where previously all that was heard was laughter. Blood stained the shabby chic décor and flooring felt as if you were walking in a river of blood. Bodies made out the shape of the corridors. All that the residents felt was horror. It was like a vampire feeding for a year. Death was apparent. The smell choked everyone. No one knew who or what was doing this. Residents tried to escape from doors and windows but with no avail. Keys were thrown around the hotel. No one knowing which was for which door or if they would even work. The residents that were still alive hid in the welcome lounge. They found crevices and hid under the check in desk. They practically gagged themselves so that they wouldn't be heard panicking. Tears streaming down everyone's faces. Hands covered in blood. Loved ones gone. Fear of the unknown. Lights kept flickering on and off . Televisions showing only static. Phone lines as dead as the bodies. Mobile phones with no signal all you could use them for was light. Everyone was silent.

Suddenly long loud footsteps were heard. People gasped and turned their faces to hide. These footsteps were slow. With each bang against the blood covered wooden floor, people twitched. Hoping it wouldn't find them. The noise was more torturing than the act itself. Screams were heard as the creature found new victims.

It reached 12:01am and all went quiet. Lights previously flickering stayed on. Televisions played the sound of the local news station. Mobile phones screamed ringtones of texts and missed calls. I stood up. No one was there. The extent of the massacre was apparent. Bodies strewed across every inch of the floor. Obvious marks within the victims bodies. Stab wounds the length of a butcher knife. I ran! I found the front door. It was open. I left vouching that I would never return. Blood trailed along the floor of where the murderer had previously gone. I stopped outside the hotels front door. I phoned the local police.

I don't know how many people survived. All I know is that the murderer was never found. He is still out there and is likely to kill again. Hallowe'en is his night. Every year somewhere new is targeted. Last year was Habbo Hotel. The year before was a popular mall. What will it be this year? Where will the murderer end up? I don't know...

...So be safe!

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Entry Three:

Show Hide The Scary Voice By XxZammyxX

One day a girl name Name Julie lived in this nice big house with her mother who were extremely happy with their new home that they moved in a week ago. Although Julie still had bad feelings about this house as she was always hearing odd noises at night.

Later that night she heard someone saying Julie I am downstairs, Julie I am on the first step. Julie was getting scared and she went to her mothers room and said someone was coming for her. Her mother said, Julie go to sleep, there is nothing in the house except us. Julie went back to her bed and fell asleep.

Next morning while eating her breakfast, she was thinking about the noise saying her name but still was a bit scared to even think about it. Julie went to school and the day passes. Julie went to bed and heard Julie, I am on the 4th step, Julie I am on the last step. Now Julie was petrified and she was so scared she couldn't even move. Moments later... she hears Julie I am behind your door. Julie went under the covers and she was too scared to even go by her door and look.

The moment she shuts her eyes, she hears Julie I am under your bed...she shivers and opens her eyes and heard Julie I got you!!

The End

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Entry Four:

Show Hide Until Death Do Us Apart By Ripieno

I found myself stuck within my own mind, flitting stares trapped within blank eyes that were pinned with a ghoulish gaze on the crisp white sky above. The mountain's cold had frozen my friends to death, limbs trapped within icy caskets of snow, and fingers still gripped around the arms of their acquaintances as we'd chatted with chapped lips until we couldn't chat any longer.
We'd become entrapped within an alcove of a mountainside, caved in for days until they begun to slowly freeze to death after exhausting their energies on trying helplessly to shift the huge frosted boulders that locked us within. They'd each died before I had, though I never did. My eyelids had frozen open and my mind was still very much warm. I'd tried for hours to scream for help, though my cracked lips had caught the frost. I'd tried to scrabble at the rock beneath my back, but it were as though I was locked in a catatonic state while my mind was still burning like a candle wick with no wax.
They rescued my friends' corpses at dawn the following morning. I heard their muted calls from the exterior of our quiet cave until the rocks gave in and one gave an anguished call. “They're here!” But they were weren't there, really. Their lives were permanently frozen, lips blue from blood and cold. You're too late, I'd told them, but they ignored me. They helped me escape last, though I was too cold to work my own legs. One man said I'd had pretty eyes.
I lay alone in a room for days. It was silent as a crypt, though I couldn't hear the sound of my heart beat over the rushing rivers of my mind. I missed my father, but he did not come and see me. My mother did and she cried. She cried so hard that she had to leave again, plunging me into my silent reverie once more.
She didn't come back.
They shifted me to the church on the Friday after. I remember the Michaelangelo like mosaic angels that danced on the ceiling, and the stained glassed windows that shone light in my eyes whenever the clouds passed over the sun. Angels sung Gloria from the balconies, though their devils wept from the pews. The devils by one came to see me, many uttering words of prayer that I'd never worshipped. I discovered then that they were not devils, but my family and my friends.
My father came to see me and I yelled at him. It's me, I'm here Daddy! You came... But he ignored me. He stroked my pale cheek, patted my hair and told me that he would forever miss me. What do you mean, I'm here? But he was gone before he could hear the words.

They buried me like the rocks on the mountain had buried my friends. They shovelled dirt onto the expensive glass of my casket, crushing the flowers they'd thrown onto the lid while a priest uttered anguished words to his God by the side. STOP, STOP, STOP, I'd screamed, but they'd carried on weeping and carried on shovelling and carried on uttering until I was writhing in my own mind beneath the suffocating dirt that locked me away within my own head alongside the earthworms forever.

It seemed to me that I had been frozen alive, though my mind still burned like a candle until the wax and the tears smothered me dead.

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