Haunted Hotel Quotes

“Can you handle it?"
"Hell yeah."
"I mean..." Tom glanced around the tavern where pack members filled nearly every chair at the wooden tables. The room was humming with conversation. He leaned forward. "Because of the ghosts."
"That don't exist."
"Right."
"Yeah, I can handle it.”
― Terry Spear, A Silver Wolf Christmas

“You sure you don't want me to come over? We could make a snowman in the garden, or one in front of the hotel for the guests' arrival tomorrow. Or we could build snow forts and have a snowball fight. Surefire way to wear you out and make you sleepy. Then we could have cocoa with marshmallows on top. And I've been dying to have a piece of that seven-layer chocolate cake. I can't quit thinking about it.”
― Terry Spear, A Silver Wolf Christmas

“My brothers and I love A Christmas Story. It reminds us of ourselves when we were that age."
"Your father didn't want to give you a BB shotgun because you might shoot your eye out?”
― Terry Spear, A Silver Wolf Christmas

“Redrum by Stewart Stafford

A Winter's tale of horrors profound,
The haunted hotel's dark tapestry,
Supreme isolation's moonscape snowbound,
A father gripped by homicidal history.

He sought to write, heal, absolve sins,
Overlooked the hotel’s Redrum plans,
Vomiting up daymares of phantom twins,
His mind possessed by unseen hands.

Room Two Three Seven, malevolent,
Forbidden to enter its dark hole,
Where ageless ladies bathed decadent,
Luring caretakers to an adulterer's role.

His wife and son sensed the danger,
A bloody elevator with nowhere to run,
A father's warpath with axe and anger,
He became the monster, the devil's son.

It might horrify 42 ways from Sunday,
Only his shining son grasped the fact,
May as well be across the galaxy,
As in a labyrinth with that maniac.

He failed to kill, he froze, met his fate,
The hotel consumed his spirit as its own,
Purgatorial torture in damnation's bait,
He smiled in the photo, eternally alone.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Laurel returned to CJ's bedroom. "Do you want me to remove your clothes?"
"Hell, yeah," he said, and the growly expression immediately vanished.”
― Terry Spear, A Silver Wolf Christmas

“Amelia laughed and then teased him with a kiss on the cheek.
He shook his head. "Nah! Not good enough."
Knowing what he really wanted, she kissed him lightly on the lips.
Rick smiled. "Now that's more like it."
Without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms and pressed his lips to hers, giving her a kiss to remember... a kiss that took her breath away... a kiss that made her lips tingle. As his hands did their magic, caressing her back with tenderness, Amelia sighed.
When he finally released her lips, Rick tenderly cradled her face in his hands and said, "Now that's what I call the perfect thank you." He kissed her sweet lips again. "Just remember that next time."
Amelia blinked and said breathlessly, "I'll try to remember that.”
― Linda Weaver Clarke, The Mysterious Doll

“Rick gave a mischievous grin.
"We're going to add a few things to that bucket list of yours, Amelia. You're going to have a snowball fight, make a snow angel, and go sleigh riding.”
― Linda Weaver Clarke, The Mysterious Doll

“Estes Park was set in a valley surrounded by the Rocky Mountain National Park....
When I visited a few years ago, there were actually elk grazing on the golf course."
"Are you serious?"
"Hey, every year in October they have an Elk Festival. That's why I came here. I wanted to see it 'cause it was on my bucket list."
"An Elk Festival?" Amelia laughed.
"You have the most awesome things on your bucket list. Mine seem boring compared to yours." Amelia raised her brow curiously. "What was the festival like?"
"It was awesome. They had an elk bugling contest, elk seminars, Native American music, dancing and storytelling. They even had bus tours that took you to see the elk grazing in the fields. It was great. I loved it."
"Wait a minute," said Amelia as she tilted her head to one side.
"What's an elk bugling contest?"
Rick grinned. "It's the call of the elk. Anyone can compete. Whoever sounds the most like an elk wins. You can use a horn or just your own voice. When I was there, the man who won used his voice. It was really something."
Amelia's eyes widened with curiosity. "How did he do it? What does it sounds like?"
Rick chuckled. "Well... the call starts out with deep rich tones. Then it quickly rises to a high-pitched squealing sound and immediately drops down to a bunch of grunts.”
― Linda Weaver Clarke, The Mysterious Doll

“Maybe we should stay another night," said Amelia...
Rick nodded. "You're right. Sounds good to me." He then winked at her and said with a teasing glint in his eyes, "We can both sleep in this bed to save money." He then patted the space beside him.
Amelia laughed and shook her head. "In your dreams!"
Rick chuckled. "Yeah. In my dreams is right.”
― Linda Weaver Clarke, The Mysterious Doll

“As they passed the giant saguaro cacti, Amelia knew they were getting close to home. They were magnificent, standing like humungous pitchforks in the middle of the desert. To her, it represented the American West...
Amelia noticed Sam in the distance. He seemed intrigued by the Teddy Bear Chollas. Sam was not originally from Arizona, so he seemed enchanted by the fuzzy little cactus.
As he reached toward it, Amelia yelled, "Stop! No! Don't touch that, Sam!"
But it was too late. The little razor sharp needles seemed to jump toward his finger...”
― Linda Weaver Clarke, The Mysterious Doll