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The platform stops at the penthouse and tilts to gently slide Gemma through the open doorway. She finds herself standing in a narrow room with a single door that is made of dented metal and a small, frosted window. A … Continue reading →

“I hope you realize that shooting her might not work,” Max says as he looms out of the solid wall. The yellow-tinted ghost scratches at the gash across his throat, which drips harmless, star-like blood. “You only have two choices, … Continue reading →

“What’s happening, Max? Are you still there?” Gemma asks in a panic. Sitting at the bar, she pushes her drink away and heads for a corner table to avoid the curious stares of those around her. “It sounds like a … Continue reading →

Ravens sit in the leafless, solitary tree as Max approaches the abandoned house. The collapsed side is nothing more than rotted wood and crumbled stone. Pieces of rusty appliances are scattered about the wreckage, which is swarming with insects. Shards … Continue reading →

“Are you sure this is okay, ma’am?” Max asks as he is led down the sterile hallway. He sees other patients resting in their rooms or the common areas, all of them wearing the same white gown. “I know you … Continue reading →

Reporters are already waiting upstairs as Gemma and the children are led out of the basement by several police officers. The bodies of the criminals are still downstairs, the doorway quickly blocked off with tape and two large security guards. … Continue reading →

The basement hallways are so bright that Gemma staggers for most of her wandering and runs her hand along the walls to find the turns. Carnival music is playing from speakers in the ceiling, the black boxes creating thick beams … Continue reading →

Following the sounds of children laughing, Gemma walks down to the arcade where she finds only two teenagers making out on the air hockey table. Ignoring the oblivious couple, she walks among the games and searches for any sign that … Continue reading →

“Excuse me, but have you seen my son?” a woman dressed like a tavern wench asks when Gemma steps out of the hotel. With quivering hands, she holds up her phone to show a picture of a young boy in … Continue reading →

“Where am I?” Gemma asks, her eyes opening to a bright light and mottled ceiling. As she regains her senses, she can hear people talking and rushing around on the other side of a black curtain. “Smells like a hospital. … Continue reading →