The 13th Floor

The blueprints ignore it. The architects deny it. But the door is already open. 

The thirteenth floor is more than a superstition; it is a predatory anomaly—a glitch in reality that manifests where it is least expected. Once the lift stops and the doors hiss open, the building owns you. Whether in a sealed flat or a luxury high-rise, this liminal nightmare creates a trap with no easy exit. 

In a long-sealed flat, DC Tracey Stirling is drawn into a case tied to her own childhood, where the only clue is a stain that shouldn’t exist. At the Orchard Road Apartments, a tenant vanishes into a luxury complex built over a past that refuses to stay buried. And for four grieving strangers, the lift opens to reveal their dead spouses waiting for them—but the laughter is wrong, and the shadows are shifting into something monstrous.

Three stories. Three locations. One terrifying truth: the thirteenth floor was never empty. It was waiting.