Book Launch
1313 Going Up?
Launches tomorrow on Amazon, Goodreads and Kindle Unlimited!
1313 ~ Going Up? ~ Written as Aryn Bats ~ Supernatural horror, psychological thriller, and detective noir, weaving a dark tale of demonic influence, betrayal, and investigation in a haunted modern tower.
Trigger warning
This book contains graphic scenes of psychological and physical horror, including death, gore, fire-related trauma, suffocation, hallucinations, and claustrophobic settings.
It also explores themes of guilt, mental deterioration, murder, self-destruction, and supernatural torment.
Reader discretion is strongly advised.
Not recommended for readers sensitive to violence, confinement, or depictions of death by burning, asphyxiation, or dismemberment.
Dead-ication
For those who linger between floors, between dreams, between lives. May you find the door that opens home, or learn to love the dark that keeps them.
Introduction
It was now 1996, and there was a building on 102 Avenue in downtown Edmonton the city didn’t talk about anymore. On paper, it was just another relic of the early nineties, a thirty-story high-rise that promised luxury living and architectural perfection.
Rooke Tower.
Built on ambition, finished in tragedy. They said the thirteenth floor was never built. The blueprints jumped from twelve to fourteen, like most towers do, because superstition sells better than honesty. But sometimes, when the moon was full and the night air turned that strange, electric blue, the elevator stopped where no button existed. The doors slid open.
A hallway waited.
Dim lights. Patternless wallpaper. A single suite at the end with a black door and a silver handle.
Room 1313
No one who’d ever stepped inside had come back down. Eight people had vanished from Rooke Tower over the past five years. All caught, for a split second, on the lobby camera stepping into the elevator… then gone.
The city blamed faulty wiring, unregistered renovations, or doctored footage. But one detective wasn’t convinced.
Tabitha Darquequist didn’t believe in ghost stories. She believed in patterns, in cause and consequence, in missing persons who deserved to be found. That’s why she was here, at 11:58 p.m., the night of the full moon, staring at the tarnished elevator doors that gleamed like the surface of a pond before rain. The building hummed around her, a low metallic breath, as though it was waiting. She pressed the call button.
The light flickered once… twice…
Then the doors slid open with a sigh that sounded almost human.
Tabitha stepped inside alone. The air smelled faintly of ozone and old metal. She touched the panel and stared at the floor numbers climbing steadily: 1… 2… 3…
The elevator hummed louder. Something shifted in the cables. A chill brushed her neck.
“Going up?” a voice whispered from the speaker mounted in the roof. She recognized the voice, it belonged to Elias Rooke. Missing since October, 1991.
She only knew the voice because of a recording found in a cassette recorder in Lily Crane’s studio.
Tabitha froze.
Launches tomorrow on Amazon, Goodreads and Kindle Unlimited!
1313 ~ Going Up? ~ Written as Aryn Bats ~ Supernatural horror, psychological thriller, and detective noir, weaving a dark tale of demonic influence, betrayal, and investigation in a haunted modern tower.
Trigger warning
This book contains graphic scenes of psychological and physical horror, including death, gore, fire-related trauma, suffocation, hallucinations, and claustrophobic settings.
It also explores themes of guilt, mental deterioration, murder, self-destruction, and supernatural torment.
Reader discretion is strongly advised.
Not recommended for readers sensitive to violence, confinement, or depictions of death by burning, asphyxiation, or dismemberment.
Dead-ication
For those who linger between floors, between dreams, between lives. May you find the door that opens home, or learn to love the dark that keeps them.
Introduction
It was now 1996, and there was a building on 102 Avenue in downtown Edmonton the city didn’t talk about anymore. On paper, it was just another relic of the early nineties, a thirty-story high-rise that promised luxury living and architectural perfection.
Rooke Tower.
Built on ambition, finished in tragedy. They said the thirteenth floor was never built. The blueprints jumped from twelve to fourteen, like most towers do, because superstition sells better than honesty. But sometimes, when the moon was full and the night air turned that strange, electric blue, the elevator stopped where no button existed. The doors slid open.
A hallway waited.
Dim lights. Patternless wallpaper. A single suite at the end with a black door and a silver handle.
Room 1313
No one who’d ever stepped inside had come back down. Eight people had vanished from Rooke Tower over the past five years. All caught, for a split second, on the lobby camera stepping into the elevator… then gone.
The city blamed faulty wiring, unregistered renovations, or doctored footage. But one detective wasn’t convinced.
Tabitha Darquequist didn’t believe in ghost stories. She believed in patterns, in cause and consequence, in missing persons who deserved to be found. That’s why she was here, at 11:58 p.m., the night of the full moon, staring at the tarnished elevator doors that gleamed like the surface of a pond before rain. The building hummed around her, a low metallic breath, as though it was waiting. She pressed the call button.
The light flickered once… twice…
Then the doors slid open with a sigh that sounded almost human.
Tabitha stepped inside alone. The air smelled faintly of ozone and old metal. She touched the panel and stared at the floor numbers climbing steadily: 1… 2… 3…
The elevator hummed louder. Something shifted in the cables. A chill brushed her neck.
“Going up?” a voice whispered from the speaker mounted in the roof. She recognized the voice, it belonged to Elias Rooke. Missing since October, 1991.
She only knew the voice because of a recording found in a cassette recorder in Lily Crane’s studio.
Tabitha froze.
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