Gold Stone Hotel

A HAUNTING-HELLO to all you boys and girls.  As always, WELCOME HACK here to my CASTLE OF CREEPINESS AND HORROR.  This CHILLING-CHAPTER of our MAGGOT-ZINE, is a REVOLTING-RESERVATION for a Family to SLAY I mean STAY at a hotel with a PUTRID-PAST, named...
A young couple and a young girl walked into a hotel one November day back in 1970, out, in northern-Nevada.  Outside the hotel was a sign reading: "GOLD STONE HOTEL" on it in golden, capital-letters.  They walked through the lobby together, the girl holding onto the young man's hand.  "Why, hello there" an old woman said to the man, as she stood in front of one of the front desks.  "Ah, good morning there ma'am" he called back, responding to her and shaking her hand.  "I am Mrs. Hornbreath sir.  Owner of Gold Stone Hotel here.  Welcome" the old woman introduced herself to the young man as and explained.  "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Hornbreath.  My name's Peter Ryerson and this is my Wife Donna and our Daughter Lauren" he replied, introducing himself and the young woman and girl to Mrs. Hornbreath as.  "Hi.  Nice to meet you" Donna said to Mrs. Hornbreath, shaking her hand and smiling.  "Hello, Mrs. Hornbreath ma'am" Lauren said to her.  "Nice to meet you Mrs. Ryerson and my dear" Mrs. Hornbreath said to Donna and Lauren with a smile.  "We came here to spend Thanksgiving here this year since both of our Folks live five hours away from us" Peter Ryerson stated to Mrs. Hornbreath, explained.  "Yes" Mrs. Donna Ryerson agreed, saying to her.  "Well, we have a lovely Thanksgiving meal here then, Mr. Ryerson sir.  My late Husband Thomas Hornbreath opened Gold Stone Hotel here fifty years ago when he and I were married.  His Family was quite rich of course.  He passed away five years ago and now I own and manage this grand hotel.  Enjoy your stay" Mrs. Hornbreath wished Peter, Donna and Lauren, saying.
That afternoon, Lauren was in a hotel room brushing a female doll's hair as she sat on the edge of a bed.  She was alone in the room and heard a moaning of an old man coming from somewhere outside the room.  She gasped, surprised and scared.  The moaning went on and on and Lauren looked out, into the hall.  A lady walked around the corner at one end of the hallway, but the moaning went on.  The moans turned into talking and it said, "somebody, please help me find my Anniversary Cake!".  The old man's voice repeated this three times, and it came from one end of the hall.  Looking frightened, Lauren slammed the door shut.  The girl backed away from the door and a pair of ghostly-skeletal-hands, completely transparent, clutched her shoulders from behind then.  Meanwhile, Donna and Peter were in the dining-room sitting up, at the bar together.  They were both drinking shots of Bourbon that the bartender behind the counter poured for them from a bottle.  "Thanks a lot" Peter and Donna said to the bartender.  "You're welcome folks" he replied with a grinning-face.  Soon, Peter and Donna got out of the elevator at the one end of the hallway where their hotel room was at.  They walked into the room and discovered their daughter was looking straight ahead, sitting on the edge of a bed.  "Mommy, Daddy, the ghost of Thomas Hornbreath said to me that he wants his Anniversary Cake from his Wife Mrs. Hornbreath.  He explained that she murdered him five years ago by poisoning his glass of wine.  He has come back moaning for her and his dessert" she said to them, explaining.  "Lauren, what are you talking about honey?" Donna asked her and hugged her.  "You must have had a nightmare Sweetheart" Peter told her and kissed her forehead.  
Then, there were the words: "MY NAME IS THOMAS HORNBREATH" that Lauren saw and pointed out.  The message was on the wall in green slime that ran down it.  Peter and Donna turned and gasped, seeing it too.  There was a knock on the door of their room and Peter went over to it, looking out, through the peephole.  There was nobody outside the door, but the knocking went on some more.  He opened the door and there was a ghostly-skeleton dressed in a violet tuxedo standing in the hallway.  The ghostly-zombie with the longer, straight white hair said to him in the moaning old man's voice that Lauren had heard earlier, "Mr. Peter Ryerson, please I need help from you and your Family sir.  I am Thomas Hornbreath!!!".  Peter screamed in surprise and terror, slamming the door shut.  That evening, one of the lobby-elevators opened and out walked Peter.  They lobby was empty except for Mrs. Hornbreath and the five clerks at the check-in desks.  Peter Ryerson approached Mrs. Hornbreath and said to her: "good evening, Mrs. Hornbreath, could I see you privately please ma'am?".  "Good evening, Mr. Ryerson, why, yes sir" she replied and they walked into a hallway off the lobby.  The zombified-apparition of Thomas Hornbreath stood at the other end of the hall and moaned to Mrs. Hornbreath calling, "Mildred, where's my Anniversary Cake?  You poisoned my wine darling".  Mrs. Mildred Hornbreath screamed in surprise and shock at the sight of her husband's ghostly-skeleton.  She fainted in fear and Thomas Hornbreath's skeletal-phantom gave a cackle and ghastly-grin and faded-out, vanishing.  
Peter looked around and quickly carried Mrs. Hornbreath down the hallway and into an empty break room.  He put her in a chair and closed the door behind him, locking it.  Then, the ghostly-skeleton came down the hall with a hatchet in his transparent-boney-hands, moaning and groaning with his ghostly-hair of white blowing somewhat.  Peter Ryerson gasped, frightened at him and backed into the corner, as the living dead Thomas Hornbreath approached the door of the break room.  The phantom started hacking away at the door with the hatchet, cackling eerily as he chopped.  Mrs. Mildred Hornbreath came to from hearing the sounds of the hatchet chopping the door and screamed at the sight of the hole in it becoming larger from the hatchet.  Thomas Hornbreath's ghostly-skull peered into the break room through the hole in the door and Mrs. Hornbreath screamed in more terror.  The ghostly-skeleton vanished and reappeared in front of Mrs. Hornbreath.  "Thomas I poisoned your glass of wine on account of wishing to have ownership of your hotel here!!!!" Mrs. Hornbreath screamed, admitting.  "Happy Anniversary Mildred darling!!" the ghastly spirit in the violet tuxedo cackled, saying to her and his ghostly-lower jawbone fell off and to the floor as he cackled away insanely.  Mildred screamed more and Thomas Hornbreath's ghostly-zombie swung the hatchet at her throat.  Fifteen seconds later, Peter and one of the desk clerks looked into the break room through the hole in the door.  The ghostly skeleton was seated at a table with his ghostly-lower jawbone reattached, and Mrs. Hornbreath's skull on a plate covered with white icing.  "Ah, I made Mildred's skull into an Anniversary Cake for me gentlemen.  Thank you for bringing her to me, Mr. Ryerson sir!!" the skeletal-ghost said to them, thanking Peter and then cackled eerily.  
That really was quite A PIECE OF CAKE for Thomas Hornbreath to do there eh, kiddies?  I do give credit to Mrs. Mildred Hornbreath for baking cakes though because she really has the SKULL FOR IT ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!  Mr. Peter Ryerson thought that Thomas had a SHARP IDEA.  He helped him out, but it was Thomas Hornbreath who had to HATCHET hee-hee-hee.