Whispers Of The Hollow

s of th

e Stranger in

couldn

after Elliot Hawthorne, watching as he disapp

lse ha

sible. It cou

raph in the book to

ly like him-had stood beside Elean

ence? A distant relat

mething much

eded a

eath, she turned

rs, each one filled with aged ink and cr

wnspeople, eerie whispers in the woods, and

nd it-Eleanor Bl

htened around the

ntury ago. The book described her as beautiful, kind, an

love was

ere the town could name. Some said he was cursed, a harbin

it

, Eleanor

at she had been taken by the Hollow itself, lost to

id he went mad searching for her. Othe

fingers

unsettled her most wasn't just the eerin

orne. The way he had warned her away,

f the same story, repeat

er laced do

ed to ta

mother about the book

. But he was nowhere. No one in the shops or cafes seemed to know where he lived

e afraid to t

nto twilight, the m

streets had emptied, and the only sound was the dis

turn back when

n the trees at the edge

li

en stepped off the

swallowed

g around her like ghostly fingers. The trees groaned in th

-a flash of dark hair, the hem of h

!" she

dn't

hrough fallen leaves and damp earth

ar a crumbling stone

, suddenly unsu

oke f

uldn't b

warning a

ored it. "You were

went

were standing next to Eleanor Blackwood. S

oment, he di

's not p

ice lacked

beat loud in her ears. "Then wh

onto hers. There was something haunted in

n't k

gn of a lie. She found none-but sh

said carefully. "Like

ned. "Maybe th

snapped b

mi

, mist weaving between them. Bu

tched. "Did y

as alrea

rply, grabbing her wri

at-

hammering against her skin.

through the trees

lood turn

ething moved