Some stories don't stay on the page. They follow you home.

Death has a name, and he prefers you call him Mort. Charming, well-dressed, and devastatingly patient, he's been collecting what's owed to him since the first breath became the last. But some debts run deeper than others, and some people think they're too important to pay.

In this chilling continuation, Mort returns with three new tales that guide you through the shadows where reality bends and the price of defying death compounds with interest. A house that traps families in an endless cycle, refusing to let them go. A man lost between timelines, desperately searching for a family that feels like strangers wearing familiar faces. And eleven billionaires who thought they could buy their way out of the grave only to discover that stolen time carries the ultimate interest rate.

From a basement mirror that ripples like dark water to a pharmaceutical conspiracy that spans decades, these stories crawl under your skin and settle in to stay. They whisper of places where love becomes a prison, where memory plays tricks that would make carnival magicians weep, and where the faces you know best might be strangers after all.

Death always collects. The only question is when the bill comes due.

Perfect for fans of Clive Barker, Joe Hill, and those who love a touch of Southern Gothic with their horror.