A cheap car. A forgotten town. A building that never cooled down.
All he wanted was a good deal.
New to America and hustling to survive, an immigrant car flipper finds the kind of listing that seems too good to be true:
2008 Dodge Charger. One owner. Rural county. Ridiculously low price.
The seller is an old man in a remote Appalachian town called Hollowford-a place that doesn't show up on most maps and loses cell signal long before you reach it. The car is real. The price is real.
But so is the catch.
The paperwork has to wait until morning. And the only place to stay for the night?
The abandoned county crematorium on the ridge.
Inside, the air still reeks of burned hair.
Whispers crawl through the concrete walls.
Shadows gather in doorways that should be empty.
And below the bunk room, something in the old furnace level is still awake-and hungry.
As screams echo through the night, burned fingerprints bloom on living skin, and a chorus of trapped voices rises from beneath the floor, one thing becomes clear:
This building didn't stop working when they shut the fire off.
Based on a terrifying encounter in a real mountain town, Spending a Night in a Crematorium is a relentless, atmospheric horror novella about bad bargains, haunted machinery, and the places that remember everyone who ever burned inside them.