Heriberto_Vazquez

The book, entitled *"Who Killed the White-Haired Woman ”*, follows the story of Brandon Yurus, an ordinary man who finds himself trapped in an intricate mystery after the death of a white-haired woman, a figure he never knew in life. The woman, now a wandering ghost, appears before him with an unusual proposition: if Brandon pledges to avenge her death, she will offer her assistance from beyond the grave, using her ghostly abilities to guide and protect him.

Puzzled but intrigued, Brandon agrees to the pact, embarking on a dangerous quest to discover the identity of the killer and the circumstances surrounding the woman's death. As his investigation progresses, Brandon is plunged into a world where the supernatural and the deadly intertwine, and he begins to realize that this revenge is more complex than he imagined. 

The woman's spirit follows him every step of the way, whispering secrets and showing him hidden truths, but always keeping a mysterious distance. As Brandon gets closer to the truth, he begins to question who this woman really was, what role she plays in his own destiny, and whether revenge can truly bring peace to a tormented soul.

"Who Killed the White-Haired Woman?” is a novel that blends suspense and the supernatural, exploring themes of justice, redemption and the fine line between life and death. The story challenges the reader to consider how far someone would be willing to go to fulfill a promise made to a ghost they never knew.

(Prequel story of the novel “Astero the forgotten god”)

Who killed the white-haired woman?

Sitting on my bed I look to my right side, place where the silhouette of the white-haired woman is, I previously talked with her more deeply, apparently her name is Rosa and she is the youngest daughter of the family that sells Spanish food, place where I saw her for the first time. She mentioned to me something very interesting about her death.

"I just went out to throw out the garbage when suddenly someone stabbed me repeatedly, I used to wear my beautiful white dress that my mother had given me, but I can't remember the face of the person who killed me."

"Well it will be difficult for me to help you, there are millions of murderers in the world what makes you think I can find him?"

Rosa looked at me while levitating to my position, her forehead was next to mine while her black pupils dilated, I won't get tired of saying that her eyes are very beautiful, but just when I tried to ask what she intended, I started to live in my own flesh everything she had to go through, in a few thousandths of seconds I felt how a person stabbed me repeatedly, feeling an agonizing pain. But this feeling of being killed, makes me feel strange, as if it was very familiar to me.

"You felt it? That feeling right? It's the same feeling I feel every time I remember that, the feeling of."

"A familiar murder, yes, I know that feeling."

I said to then caress her pale white skin as I said.

Memories