There’s Something Wrong with the Third Floor

The paramedics arrive within minutes. They check Maya for injuries. Smoke inhalation. Bruises. A sprained knee from when the entity […]

The void swallows Julian whole. One moment he’s standing in apartment 2A, staring at the Man in Black’s smug face.

Maya stands outside apartment 3B. The door is closed. Locked. But she can feel what’s behind it. The entity. The

Maya calls an emergency meeting. Not at her apartment this time. Too compromised. Instead, she chooses neutral ground: a 24-hour

Week one of preparation begins with a meeting in Maya’s apartment. Mrs. Kowalski brings blessed salt and iron filings. Dr.

The blood bond changes everything. Maya wakes the next morning and immediately knows where Julian is—in the basement, talking to

Day three of the separation is hell. Maya wakes up feeling like part of her soul is missing. Which, technically,

Maya wakes to pounding on her door at 7 AM. She stumbles out of bed, still half-asleep, and opens it

The third floor is colder than Maya remembers. Not just temperature cold. Soul cold. The kind that seeps into bones

Maya calls Detective Marcus Webb on Monday morning. “Seattle PD, Detective Webb.” “Hi. My name is Maya Rivers. I have