Mark had left at dawn, drawn by a voice in his mind—a pull he could no longer resist.
Through the woods, through the mist, down into the hollow where the lakebed had dried long ago.
At its center stood a temple—black stone, jagged and half-submerged.
Cultists waited there.
They bowed when they saw him.
"Welcome, O Vessel of Flesh," they said.
Mark didn't answer.
But part of him... wanted to.
Inside the temple was a second gate—enormous, carved from obsidian and bone. It pulsed with life.
Back at the house, Ben and Sarah packed weapons. They followed Mark's trail, determined to save their friend—or stop him.
But deep down, Sarah feared the truth.
Mark wasn't their friend anymore.
He was something else now.
And the gate?
It was hungry.
YOU ARE READING
The dark Inheritance: The Gate to HELL
HorrorWhen Mark inherits his grandfather's remote farmhouse, he thinks it's a chance to escape his crumbling city life. But the peaceful countryside holds ancient secrets-and something far darker than he ever imagined. Beneath the ruins of a rusted barn l...
