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.

A few grotesque moments later, the scream stopped cold. At Gbenga’s feet, thick red blood began snaking its way beneath the front door. His eyes widened. The blood was still warm, steaming slightly from where he froze for a second—then chuckled nervously, scoffing as if to brush off the dread crawling up his spine. 


He knelt and opened the briefcase. Inside: ten neatly wrapped mini sacks. Diamonds. Real ones. He opened one, took out a shimmering gem, and held it to the light, grinning like a man who’d finally beaten the system. 


But the room felt off. Too still. Too silent. 


In the large, dust-coated mirror wedged among the furniture blocking the door, he saw only himself. 


The briefcase in his hand—he could’ve sworn it had been locked. Now it was easily hung open by him. 


That creeping feeling of being watched crawled up his spine. Slowly, he turned back to the mirror—and gasped. 


CHAPTER 19: THE WRONG PLACE, THE WRONG TIME.