Night 9 descended upon Travis Montgomery and Michael Cooper Williams with a palpable sense of dread, the heavy weight of SinLau Vu's presence settling deeper into their home. Every shadow seemed to move, every creak of the house felt deliberate, and the air itself seemed to pulse with the oppressive energy of the dark spirit haunting them. Despite their best efforts to rid themselves of the rosary—and the ghost tied to it—it had come back again, stronger than before.

The couple sat huddled together on the couch, their nerves frayed, wondering how long they could continue to live in this nightmare. The once-cozy old stone house now felt like a prison, the walls closing in around them. Every night had grown darker, more sinister, and the terrifying reality that they were being watched by something malevolent had pushed them to the edge.

Desperate for answers, they decided to contact Tammy, Linh and Dang's niece. She had been hesitant to speak with them before, but after the latest revelations from Andy about SinLau Vu, they knew Tammy might have more to share. And they needed the truth, no matter how dark it was.

Travis dialed Tammy's number with trembling fingers, his heart pounding in his chest as the phone rang.

When Tammy answered, her voice was shaky, as though she had been expecting the call. "Hello?"

"Tammy, it's Travis," he began, glancing at Michael, who was watching him intently. "We need to talk. We've learned more about SinLau Vu, and we know she's tied to the rosary that keeps reappearing in our house. Andy told us about her dark past and the strange connection she had to your family, but we need to hear it from you. Please, we're desperate."

Tammy was silent on the other end of the line for a long moment. When she finally spoke, her voice was filled with fear. "I didn't want to talk about this. I didn't think I'd ever have to talk about SinLau again. But I guess... you have a right to know."

Travis gripped the phone tighter, feeling the weight of her words. "We need to know everything, Tammy. Please. We don't have time."

Tammy took a shaky breath, and then she began to speak. "SinLau Vu was always... different. She was estranged from the rest of the family because of her obsession with religion. She carried that rosary with her everywhere, always clutching it, as if it was her only connection to the world. But as time went on, her behavior grew more erratic. She started talking about dark things—curses, punishments from God, visions of death."

Travis exchanged a glance with Michael, his stomach twisting in knots. "Go on," he urged, though he wasn't sure he wanted to hear more.

"She and Van had a terrible falling out," Tammy continued. "There was something about SinLau's relationship with the rest of the family—especially with Linh and Dang—that no one really talked about. She grew angry, spiteful, and people started to fear her. There's a story that she once slammed a bathroom door on Van during one of her outbursts. And that room she stayed in, across from Huy, Anh, and Tuyen... it was always cold. Always dark, even when the sun was shining."

Michael shivered at the mention of the bathroom door. "That happened to us," he whispered. "The door slammed shut by itself."

Tammy's voice cracked, fear evident in every word. "There's more. SinLau's obsession with the rosary became more intense as she turned toward darker things. She started performing rituals, trying to connect with... I don't know, something evil. She believed that the rosary had power—that it could bind people to her will, that it could even bind her spirit to the house. After she died, no one wanted to talk about her. But we always knew she was still there."

As Tammy spoke, the lights in the living room flickered. Both Travis and Michael froze, their eyes darting toward the ceiling. A cold chill swept through the room, and the oppressive presence of something dark made the air feel heavy and suffocating.

"Tammy," Travis said, his voice tight with fear. "Something's happening."

Before Tammy could respond, the rosary—which had been sitting innocuously on the coffee table—began to levitate.

Michael gasped, his eyes wide as the rosary slowly rose into the air, twisting and turning as if pulled by an invisible force. It hovered above the table, its beads glowing faintly in the dim light, before suddenly dropping back down with a violent thud, the sound reverberating through the room.

Travis's heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the rosary, fear gripping him. "Tammy, the rosary... it just levitated. It dropped by itself."

Tammy's voice was barely a whisper, terror lacing her words. "I told you, it's tied to her. It's her. SinLau isn't done with you."

Travis and Michael sat frozen in place, staring at the rosary, feeling the darkness around them grow thicker with every passing second. The flickering lights, the oppressive air—it was all SinLau, reaching out through the rosary, growing stronger with each manifestation.

Without hesitation, Travis hung up and immediately called Andy Herrera again. They needed help, and they needed it now.


Andy answered quickly, her voice tense with concern. "Travis? Michael? What's happening now?"

"The rosary..." Travis struggled to keep his voice steady. "It levitated, Andy. It just floated off the table and dropped to the ground. Tammy told us that SinLau was using the rosary to bind her spirit to the house. She's not done with us."

There was a pause, then Andy's voice came through, sharper than before. "I'm driving to you right now. I'm actually in Columbus, Indiana, for work, and I'm not far from your place. I'll be there in a few minutes."

Neither Travis nor Michael had known Andy was so close, but the relief was palpable. "Thank you," Travis said, his voice tight. "We don't know what to do. This thing is getting worse."

"Just hang tight," Andy replied. "I'll be there soon."


Fifteen minutes later, there was a sound of a doorbell at the door. Travis and Michael rushed to open it, relief flooding through them as they saw Andy standing on the doorstep, her expression grim but determined.

"I got here as fast as I could," Andy said, stepping inside and immediately taking stock of the room. The tension in the air was unmistakable. "Tell me everything that's happened."

As they sat down together in the living room, Travis and Michael recounted the events of the night—Tammy's revelations about SinLau Vu, the rosary levitating on its own, the flickering lights, and the deepening sense of dread that filled the house.

Andy listened carefully, her expression growing more serious with each detail. "I've dealt with a lot of dangerous situations in my life, but this... this is different. I don't know how to fight a spirit, but I'm not leaving you two alone with whatever this is."

As if to punctuate her words, the rosary lifted into the air again, floating slowly above the coffee table. All three of them froze, watching in horror as it twisted and hovered, as though some unseen force was manipulating it.

Andy's eyes widened in disbelief. "Oh my God..."

Without warning, the rosary dropped to the floor with a violent thud, the beads scattering across the carpet.

Andy stood up, her hands clenched into fists. "I'm staying here tonight. There's no way I'm leaving you two alone in this house. Whatever's going on here, we'll face it together."

Travis and Michael exchanged a look of relief, but the fear in their eyes was unmistakable. Having Andy there brought some comfort, but the dark energy that permeated the house—SinLau Vu's oppressive presence—wasn't going anywhere.

As they prepared for bed that night, locking the door behind them, they knew they were still being watched. The spirit wasn't done with them. The rosary's power had only grown stronger, and SinLau's ghost lingered, waiting for its next move.

And even with Andy there, the darkness in the house felt more menacing than ever.

This was a battle far beyond anything they had faced before.

And the night was far from over.