At the multimillionaire’s wife’s funeral, a homeless girl pointed at the casket and screamed, “She’s not dead! I saw him lock her in!” The husband sneered, “Get this lunatic out of here.” But when the lock broke and the lid slid open, what lay inside made the entire crowd freeze in terror…

But the true nightmare was only just beginning.

Chapter 2: The Ghost In The Alleys

Saint Aurelia was a city of two faces, and as my armored convoy abandoned the opulent districts, the city shed its mask of civility. Wide, tree-lined boulevards choked and narrowed into labyrinthine alleys of rusted iron signage, weeping brickwork, and chaotic webs of continue reading …