Novel & Cerita The Warehouse Amityville Events

Matteo looked at me, one brow raised. “So where?” “The pier.” I pointed to a series of old storage facilities by the abandoned dry dock. “Some of those warehouses were decommissioned years ago. No security. No surveillance. No cameras. And Corradi’s men know the drainage systems underneath like rats. It’s the perfect trap.” He nodded slowly. “Let’s scout.” Almost forty minutes later, a scout radioed in. “Unusual energy spikes at Warehouse 14. Figures spotted dragging something—maybe someone—inside.”

I asked, nervously. "There was an attack at the warehouse," as soon as she said those words, my whole body froze. ###

Sam said. “I know, I know,” Olivia said.” Where do we start?” Suddenly a large bang arupted from lout side the warehouse as screams from the panicing citizens followed. “Looks like you got your answer, Liv,’ Scott uttered. The turn raced out of the warehouse to find 9 foot. Black widow zapping venom from its mouth and setting the windy city to blaze. “I hate bugs,” The towering arachnid terrorized the downtown building of Chicago with no sing of stopping.

The kind you use to make someone talk. And tonight, I didn’t care who broke first. The vampires in that warehouse? They were going to bleed. Every last one of them. Because someone out there thought they could come after Raymond and walk away untouched. No. Not today. The car screeched to a stop in front of the warehouse. A slab of concrete and rusted steel that looked abandoned to anyone who didn’t know better. A fake logistics sign hung above the door: LUMA FREIGHT & STORAGE. A lie. What it really stored was secrets. And monsters.