Who am I? Where am I? Why does everyone keep saying they've been expecting me?

A look at three notable birthdays in Gregory's life

Judgement Boy and Neko Zombie try to bring Sarah (second guest) back to reality after the events of the second volume and aid in her escape (my first fanfiction any critisism welcome).

A poem of gregory's childhood woes Had to repost this because of formatting difficulties

The first guest left a family behind when he became Haniwa Salaryman. His son loses his way and ends up at Gregory House.

Trapped in a mysterious hotel with their memories wiped, seventeen of the lost souls of Gregory House must murder each other to win the ultimate prize: returning to reality.

Zaiah is a girl who stumbled across Gregory house by coincidence. However, it might not be a bad thing. Now Zaiah has to choose between fantasy and reality. It's up to her. Will she come home to her family, or will she become a permanent resident of Gregory house?

In which the Fifth Guest arrives. "I guess I should've warned you – you do look a bit of sight."

You notice that you've somehow gotten near the roof of the hotel - but your room is on the second floor, isn't it? The woman - rat - turns around, not seeming at all surprised to find you here. "So you've come out." - [A new guest meets a previous one.]

The Second Guest won't be married in white.

Catherine slips on a banana peel. One-shot.

A Neko Zombie x OC love story.

A self-insert drabble inspired by the TV Tropes page of Gregory Horror Show - calling Gregory a "Draco in Leather Pants"! I promptly laughed a hearty, elitist laugh at the trope's disgusted description of fangirls, and set to typing... Oh, who am I kidding? I think Gregory is adorable. Bite me. Drabble deals a bit with parental abuse, but in a very shallow and safe way.

One mysterious day at the mysterious Gregory House hotel, the mysterious Cactus Girl mysteriously discovers that her mysterious churros have mysteriously disappeared. What a mystery...

Big, big booty What you got a big booty Big, big booty What you got a big booty Big, big booty What you got a big booty Big, big booty What you Big, big booty What you got a big booty My baby Your gorgeous I mean you're mine You're sexy But most of all you are just absolutely booty-full

Sure, her life was mundane apart from her closest friend being a talking drawing, but she was perfectly fine with it. So how come she ended up here of all places? (A story featuring not one, but two OC's, though if there's interest in continuing, I'll be sure to include plenty of canons.)

Leaving your friends and lovers behind is not easy. Especially when you might be leaving them forever.

You really couldn't make heads or tails of anything.

When a unlikely guest moves in. Gregory house gets turned upside down! Join Spirito and the creepy residents of Gregory house. As they solve mysterys. mock death. Get their scare on. And maybe get in a few laughs. It's Spirito's horror show!

A new guest has arrived at the Gregory House. Basically a what if I was a guest story. It's told all in first person with no dialogue from me, just like the show.

I'm different from the other guests that have come before me. Why? I've seen the DVDs; I knew what was coming. But now that I look back on my story, I'm not sure just yet if it was all that much of a help... some language, OCxcanon

A sleep deprived Sarah wanders the halls of Gregory House in hope of being rid of her dreadful insomnia, and finds that she was just in need of someone to keep her company.

"I wonder what else I haven't seen?"

There are many emotions that the human can suffer through in tragic beauty of reality. Mourning. Love. Agony. Happiness. Loss. Forgiveness. Tragedy. These are the harsh things that can turn a heart. But where can one possibly go when the emotions become overwhelming? What escape can they gain? Where can they go? And where they do go...is it really worth the staying in such a place?

We know that James is Gregory's grandson, but...if he has a grandson, shouldn't he have had a child of his own? Why don't we hear about them? My friend came up with this idea of what we personally think happened. To each their own.