tundersora

In the rotting belly of a rundown hotel, a young woman named Amy meets a savage end—murdered by the twisted owner and his circle of degenerates. But death doesn't quiet her. Fueled by rage and resurrected through a forbidden ritual performed by her grief-stricken grandmother, Amy returns… no longer human. She is vengeance incarnate, a blood-soaked demon hungry for retribution.

Now bound to the decaying halls where her life was stolen, Amy lures the guilty and the unlucky alike into her deadly embrace—each victim drawn in by an eerie, unnatural charm they can’t resist. One by one, the hotel’s residents fall, their screams swallowed by walls already steeped in secrets and sin.

But one guest, Candice, isn’t so easy to kill. Haunted by her own past and desperate for answers, she dares to face the nightmare head-on. As the night unravels into terror, she must confront the horror Amy has become—and the dark truth that may tie them together.

Will Candice break the curse, or join the growing list of the damned?

Dead Alone; The Awakening.

Concurrently, in Room 218, Candice summoned what little remained of her shattered confidence. Her hands trembled slightly as she draped a thin, blood-streaked bedsheet over the lifeless woman sprawled grotesquely in the hallway. The sheet clung to the contours of the corpse like a shroud, soaking up the warmth that had already fled. A shiver rippled through her as she stepped carefully over the body, boots avoiding the slick pool of crimson that had begun to seep into the carpet. 


Behind her, the Indian boy pressed close, one hand fisted in the back of her shirt as if afraid she might vanish. His wide eyes flitted back and forth, scanning the dim corridor with frantic energy—pausing on every shadow, every flicker of movement, every creak of the old hotel settling. The hallway smelled of copper and mildew, thick with a silence that hummed just beneath the surface, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. 


CHAPTER 14: WHAT WAITS IN THE LOBBY.