Growing up together and being friends is all well and good. But sanity slips, and bonds break. People who were once friends can become enemies, even more so they can become victims.

The cold copper dome of the abandoned observatory was Elara's sanctuary. Inside the circular ruin, she had found her only truth: Liam Davis. Their relationship was a secret etched in midnight rendezvous and whispered confessions, a necessary rebellion against the suffocating expectations of Blackwood High. Liam was the perfect golden boy, the senior class president and Sentinel scholar. Elara was the ambitious, invisible girl from the wrong side of the town's invisible tracks. She checked her watch again. 1:45 AM. Liam was always meticulous, but tonight he was late. A sudden, insistent vibration tore through the silence. It wasn't her usual phone; it was the second, cheap one she used for family. It was Chloe. "Elara! Wake up, turn on the news!" Chloe's voice was a high-pitched frantic whisper. "Something terrible happened at the school bleachers. The whole place is swarming with police." Elara's blood ran cold, a premonition that was both immediate and absolute. Liam had been acting paranoid for weeks, talking about "ending it all" and "getting clean." He had a secret meeting tonight. She raced down the hill and across the darkened campus until the glow of blue and red sirens stained the sky above the football field. She stopped at the edge of the woods, a horrified witness. The center of the commotion was the long, metal bleachers. As a paramedic team moved swiftly, pulling a tarp over a shape near the bottom row, Elara saw the distinctive flash of gold-a class ring, catching the light. It was him. Liam. Elara backed away silently, her mind already shifting into survival mode. If they knew she was here, if they knew she was his secret, will you dare read this book? find out what happens next and slowly watch as you become one with this thrilling story

Room for One More.. There are places that hold their breath. You wouldn't notice it at first-just a draft that lingers too long, a shadow that flickers where light should fall clean. Room 405 was like that. Still. Watching. Waiting. The stories started small. Tenants waking with the sense that someone had been standing beside them, watching. Most brushed it off. Old buildings always had their quirks. But some things couldn't be explained away. The soft hum that echoed late at night, low and mournful. The books that tumbled from shelves. The boy glimpsed in the window, there one moment, gone the next-eyes dark, expression unreadable. They said the room was cursed. Haunted. That it wanted something. No one stayed long. Until Nani. He didn't believe in ghosts. Just needed a quiet place, something cheap and close to campus. He didn't ask why the landlord hesitated before handing over the key. He didn't notice the chill that crept in as the door closed behind him. But Room 405 did. And somewhere within its silence, something stirred. After all, it had been waiting. There was room for one more.