He won $87 million. Now he has to pay the interest. Travis Holloway played the same lottery numbers for twelve years: 16, 3, 21, 9, 42. First kiss. Mother’s death. Douglas Adams. When he finally wins, the money bleeds through his skin and a man with a monocle comes to audit him. The rules are simple: You can’t spend it. You can’t give it away. You trade it. Pain for pain. Memory for memory. One day at a time. Because the lottery isn’t a game. It’s a contract. And the house isn’t a casino in Vegas. It’s a vault. A loop. A debt that eats forward and backward in time. Now Travis is the house. Eighty-six million units of suffering in his chest, and every Friday someone new buys a ticket. He’s the floor manager of the graveyard shift. The auditors are watching. The Bride is waiting. His own future self is standing by a dumpster with his mouth sewn shut. Perfect for fans of Grady Hendrix, Paul Tremblay, Stephen Graham Jones, and Clive Barker. EIGHTY-SIX MILLION TO GO is a supernatural horror novel about gambling addiction, generational trauma, casino horror, and time loops. The house never closes. And the debt is eternal. Tropes: Lottery Horror | Casino Horror | Time Loop | Body Horror | Psychological Horror | Supernatural Debt | Dark Fantasy | Vegas Horror | Haunted Objects Content Warning: Graphic violence, body horror, self-harm, substance abuse, psychological trauma. Adult horror readers only.