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.

Stinson barged into a side door within the enclosed room and emerged holding a miniature white gown. It was frilly and childlike—an eerie parody of innocence. His eyes gleamed with cruel delight as he tossed it at Amy like a predator toying with prey. 


“Take this. Wear it—now. You’re more fun in this than your boring little cleaning outfit,” he sneered. 


Amy caught the gown, clutching it with trembling hands. Her throat tightened, the lump rising so fierce it nearly stopped her breath. Every exit had been locked. Hope was dying inside her. 


“Can you… at least turn around?” she whispered, voice barely audible, fragile as a broken thread. 


Stinson smirked. “Not like we haven’t seen what’s under there anyway. But sure,” he said, giving a theatrical spin. “Your wish is our command.” The three of them turned away, snickering like hyenas over a carcass. 


CHAPTER 16: THE DRESS OF DEATH.