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?

I opened my eyes to realize that I was in the middle of a dark street, in front of me was again that woman, my mother who was holding on her face a motherly smile, warm as it must have been at that time. Surprised, I watch as my little sister comes out behind her, carrying in her arms a stuffed animal that we found some time ago in the garbage dump, but why am I dreaming this?

My mother suddenly and grotesquely began to eat my sister, bite by bite, the screams of my sister tore my soul, I could do nothing but stand still watching the dreadful scene, I was only 5 years old, a rage resurfaced again making me wake up.

With my breathing accelerated I struggled to calm down, I sat up in bed to then calm down a little, in an act of reflex my gaze falls on the window of my room, where a large scary looking bird was watching me with piercing blue eyes.

I asked without further ado to the large bird that was still watching me.

Dream