The Afterlife Experiment - Weiss, Sam

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Résumé :
Atra Hart's shadow has grown teeth. It moves on its own and whispers her name. She calls it Dread, and it threatens to devour her mind. When a fire breaks out at the asylum where she's locked up, Atra seizes the chance for freedom, only to witness an electric-purple rift split the sky open. Like Dread, the rift is visible only to her. Then, she awakens back in the asylum, unharmed, as if the fire, the escape, and the rift never happened. But everything feels wrong. No one remembers her old life. Her family, her friends-even her past-have vanished. The doctors insist she's delusional, but the messages scribbled on the mirrors suggest otherwise. The darkness beneath her bed whispers secrets. And the black cat that watches from where the veils thin? It doesn't belong here. As Atra ventures deeper into the mystery, she uncovers a chilling truth: this isn't an asylum. It's a trap woven between broken realities. The rift isn't a vision. It's a crack in the barrier between worlds, and something is trying to come through. Dread isn't a hallucination. It's a harbinger, connected to something ancient that moves between realities like a parasite, searching for a perfect host. If Atra can't sever her connection to Dread, she won't just lose her grip on sanity-she'll become the vessel that lets the horror in. She'll open the door to something that could end reality itself....

Sommaire:
Atra Hart's shadow has grown teeth. It moves on its own and whispers her name. She calls it Dread, and it threatens to devour her mind. When a fire breaks out at the asylum where she's locked up, Atra seizes the chance for freedom, only to witness an electric-purple rift split the sky open. Like Dread, the rift is visible only to her. Then, she awakens back in the asylum, unharmed, as if the fire, the escape, and the rift never happened. But everything feels wrong. No one remembers her old life. Her family, her friends-even her past-have vanished. The doctors insist she's delusional, but the messages scribbled on the mirrors suggest otherwise. The darkness beneath her bed whispers secrets. And the black cat that watches from where the veils thin? It doesn't belong here. As Atra ventures deeper into the mystery, she uncovers a chilling truth: this isn't an asylum. It's a trap woven between broken realities. The rift isn't a vision. It's a crack in the barrier between worlds, and something is trying to come through. Dread isn't a hallucination. It's a harbinger, connected to something ancient that moves between realities like a parasite, searching for a perfect host. If Atra can't sever her connection to Dread, she won't just lose her grip on sanity-she'll become the vessel that lets the horror in. She'll open the door to something that could end reality itself....