Night 10 descended upon Travis Montgomery, Michael Cooper Williams, and Andy Herrera with an eerie stillness that clung to the air, thickening with every passing second. After the revelations from Nhung Nguyen earlier that day about the dark history of SinLau Vu, the tension in the house had only grown more oppressive. SinLau's presence, once a shadowy figure on the periphery of their lives, was now unmistakably real—and getting stronger. Every creak of the floorboards and flicker of the lights felt like a warning, a signal that the malevolent spirit haunting them wasn't going to let them go easily.

The three sat in the living room, their faces illuminated only by the dim light of a single lamp. They were trying to piece together the puzzle of SinLau's dark past, hoping that uncovering her secrets would give them the key to freeing themselves from her relentless presence. But each new piece of information only made things worse. Now, as the house seemed to hold its breath around them, the feeling of dread was palpable.

Michael had his phone out, nervously scrolling through his contacts. After speaking to Nhung earlier, he had felt a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, they could find an answer. But the deeper they dug, the more tangled the web became.

"We need to talk to Nhung again," Michael said, his voice low but steady. "She knows more than she's letting on. And if SinLau's history is as dark as she hinted, we're going to need everything we can get to stop this."

Travis nodded, though his stomach twisted with fear. Every time they learned something new about SinLau, it seemed to come with a fresh wave of terror. But they had no choice—they had to confront this spirit head-on, or it would consume them.

Michael dialed Nhung's number, his hands trembling slightly. The phone rang twice before she answered, her voice heavy with exhaustion and fear.

"Michael," Nhung said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I told you everything I could. I don't know if I can help you any more than I already have."

"Please," Michael replied, his voice urgent. "We need to know more about SinLau's dark history. We need to understand what she was involved in. If we're going to stop her, we have to know everything."

There was a long pause on the other end of the line before Nhung spoke again, her voice trembling. "SinLau... she wasn't always like this. She was once a kind person, deeply religious, but something happened. She started going to strange gatherings—people who claimed to speak to spirits, to the dead. She became obsessed with curses and rituals, and that's when everything changed. She cut ties with most of the family, and by the time she got sick... it was too late. She was already lost to whatever darkness she'd invited into her life."

As Nhung spoke, the temperature in the room seemed to drop. The air grew colder, the hairs on the back of Travis's neck standing on end. Michael exchanged a nervous glance with Travis and Andy, feeling the weight of Nhung's words settle into the house like a physical presence.

"Nhung, we saw her," Michael said, his voice barely above a whisper. "We saw her upstairs in the hallway last night. She's getting stronger."

Nhung's breath hitched on the other end of the phone. "You saw her? Oh God... I was afraid of this. SinLau's spirit—she's not just angry, she's vengeful. Whatever rituals she performed, they tethered her to that house. She won't stop until she's satisfied, and I don't know what that means for you."

As Michael tried to process this, a sudden flicker of movement caught Andy's eye from the corner of the room. She stiffened, her eyes widening as she stared toward the stairs.

"Michael..." Andy said, her voice tense. "Look behind you."

Michael's heart skipped a beat, and slowly, he turned his head to look toward the upstairs hallway.

There, standing at the top of the stairs, was SinLau's ghost. Her pale, hollow eyes bore into them, her expression twisted with a mixture of sorrow and rage. Her dark hair hung limp around her face, and her figure flickered like a candle flame, barely tethered to the physical world.

Michael gasped, stumbling backward as Travis, without thinking, shoved him to the sofa to protect him. At the same moment, Andy grabbed Travis and pulled him down, both of them trying to avoid the ghostly wrath of the apparition that loomed above them.

SinLau's form shimmered, then vanished, leaving behind a chilling cold that filled the room.

The trio sat in stunned silence, their hearts pounding in their chests, the weight of SinLau's presence still pressing down on them despite her disappearance.

"We need help," Travis finally said, his voice shaky. "We can't handle this on our own."


Without wasting any more time, they contacted a paranormal investigator who had been recommended to them by Andy earlier. The investigator listened intently to their story, his voice calm but serious as he made arrangements to come to the house the following night to perform a cleansing ritual.

"This spirit is strong," the investigator said over the phone. "It's not going to go quietly. I'll need time to prepare, but I'll be there tomorrow night. Until then, do whatever you can to avoid provoking it."

After the call ended, Travis, Michael, and Andy sat together in the now-chilly living room, the tension between them thick as fog.

"Tomorrow night can't come soon enough," Andy muttered, rubbing her temples. "I've dealt with a lot of crazy situations in Seattle, but this? I've never seen anything like it."

Michael nodded, still pale from the encounter with SinLau's ghost. "I don't think it's just about the house anymore. She's targeting us, and I don't know why."


That night, they also decided to contact Huy Chau, hoping that he might have some additional insight into SinLau's connection to the house. But the moment Huy answered the phone, it was clear he was terrified.

"SinLau?" Huy said, his voice shaky. "Why are you bringing her up? That's... that's something we don't talk about."

"We don't have a choice," Travis replied. "She's haunting us, and we need to know everything. Please, Huy, if there's anything you can tell us, we need to know."

There was a long silence before Huy finally spoke again, his voice low and frightened. "SinLau was obsessed with controlling people. Even when she was alive, she would manipulate those around her, especially the women in the family. But the worst thing she ever did was... talk about Carina, my wife. She had a grudge against Carina from the time she was a child."

"Carina?" Michael's brow furrowed. "Why would SinLau target her?"

"Because SinLau thought Carina was weak," Huy explained, his voice heavy with regret. "She tormented her, mentally and emotionally. Carina doesn't talk about it much, but it affected her deeply. That's why I'm telling you now—don't bring this up with Carina. Whatever SinLau's spirit is doing to you, I don't want it to reach her."

Michael exchanged a worried glance with Travis. "We won't. But we need to understand what SinLau's connection is to all of this. Why is she haunting us?"

"Because you're in her house," Huy replied, his voice tense. "And whatever anger or darkness she harbored in life... it's still with her in death. She's not going to stop until she gets what she wants."


After the call with Huy, the trio sat in the living room, the weight of the night pressing down on them like a suffocating blanket. They knew that the next 24 hours would be critical. The paranormal investigator would arrive the following night, but until then, they had to survive whatever SinLau Vu had in store for them.

As they prepared for bed, locking doors and checking windows, they knew they were being watched. SinLau's ghost was still there, lingering in the shadows, waiting for her moment.

And whatever darkness she was tied to—it wasn't done with them yet.

Not by a long shot.

As they lay in bed, sleep eluding them, they realized they were now playing a dangerous game with a malevolent spirit.

And SinLau Vu wasn't going to lose easily.