After the terror of Room 316, freshman Amira Patel wants one quiet week, one day that doesn't breathe. Instead, the dorm walls hum, mirrors fog without touch, and the closet opens like a mouth that remembers her name. Somewhere behind the cinderblock and fluorescent hum, the Tear widens.Chief Steven Kent came back from the shadow side of the hilltop campus, but something else came back with him: scraps of scripture carved in bone, the taste of ash in every prayer, and a promise he can't stop hearing, Close it, whatever it costs. The cost keeps rising. On forums and in night classes, whispers multiply. Missing-person posts reappear and vanish. Doors lock and then aren't there at all.What stalks the corridors is older than Concord University, older than the town that buried its first sins under a new name. In the journals of Reverend Isaac Wren and the ruins of New Prosperity, Amira and Kent find the pattern: devotion turned appetite, faith bound in flesh. And in the echoing tunnels beneath Sarvey Hall, something wearing a priest's smile, Father Plume, waits to guide them toward a throne built from ribs.The Lady in Flesh is patient. She needs a vessel. She needs a psalm sung in blood.To seal the Tear, Amira and Kent must cross into the Shadow Realm, a cathedral of bone and smoke where time forgets itself, and face what has been fed for centuries. Each step forward demands a name, a memory, a sacrifice. Each choice binds them tighter to the thing they're trying to unmake, and to each other.Blood of Psalm is Appalachian folk horror and relentless campus dread, a story of love sharpened into a weapon, of rooms that watch us back, and the price of answering when they call. Fans of eerie folklore, theological terror, and slow-burn dread will find themselves pulled through the door, and held there until the final page.