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.

In the enclosed room, Stinson and Jamey sat in silence, nursing their nearly empty glasses of Martelli. The flickering candlelight danced over their tense faces. Across the room, Harvey’s mutilated body still slumped in the doorway like a grotesque sentinel, his blood long dried into a dull, rust-colored halo. 


“Hey, bro… what if…” Stinson started, then trailed off. Jamey glanced at him, jaw tight. “What if… all this could’ve been avoided if we just walked away instead of waiting around like prisoners?” 


Jamey let out a hard sigh, spinning his pocketknife between his fingers, the golden hilt flashing with each pass. Doing nothing felt worse than dying. 


He stood, his shadow stretching across the room like a blade. “Alright, Tallest. If she won’t come to us… we’ll go to her.” 


CHAPTER 18: STEALTH AND DEATH.