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Locked Inside Ashveil

The road back to civilization is gone — swallowed by six feet of floodwater — and the only shelter for twenty miles is the building everyone in the county grew up being warned about. Ashveil Psychiatric Institute has been sealed since 1987, but tonight its doors are open, its hallways are breathing, and four strangers are about to discover that the worst thing inside these walls is not a ghost. By the time the sun rises, one of them will remember something they were never supposed to know.

Fangs at My Doorstep

A man with silver-streaked hair and a wound that should have killed him pounds on your door at 2 a.m. in the middle of a blackout storm — and something in your chest says open it. By the time you have cleaned the blood off his hands and wrapped his ribs, the storm has sealed every road out, and the man sitting across your fireplace is watching you with eyes that catch the light wrong. You have until sunrise to figure out what he is — and what you have already agreed to by letting him in.

sara

and 18-year-old who's just discovering who she truly is