A Ghoul-dunnit Mystery in Transylvania

When Ila's blood seeped into the thread machine, her rage stitched itself into every garment. Now, those who wear the clothes made from that thread see her… feel her. They dream of her pain. Her voice was ignored. Her blood wasn’t. Some threads don’t just connect fabric—they bind curses.

Azim vanished without a trace—only his clothes were found, neatly folded on a broken chair. Now, the cursed corduroys and the outfit he wore have resurfaced at a thrift shop. When a new owner tries them on, the haunting doesn’t just return—it evolves. Some garments don’t carry memories. They carry unfinished business.

Hafiz thought his olive corduroys brought him luck—until the night they betrayed him in a dead-end alley. Murdered and left behind, only the pants remained untouched. His spirit, bound by guilt and greed, lingers still… waiting for the next body to wear him.

Final Destination: Bloodlines