Whispers Of The Hollow

s of th

: A Name

breath misting in the

ed glass of the window, the letters une

but unmistakable

ea

se roared i

glass. The letters smudged slightly beneath her touch, proof that

omething-had

, scanning the

th

lence too thick, like a hel

king Naomi jump. Her fingers curled into fists at

k, Na

rally. The letters could be a pr

she h

e whisper. Felt

e coiled in

ollow-whatever secrets this town held

ing feeling it wasn'

Naomi barely tou

poring over aged blueprints of the manor, a steaming cu

red, more to herself than Naomi. "It's been sealed off for deca

stif

west

here she had he

dread slid do

led off?" she a

s. "The original owners shut it down after Elea

stomach

or. A

t happened to he

lover, others say she died in the house. No one really knows." She tappe

ned forwa

lueprint with her pen. "There's

breath

dden

mber behind the library wall. No record of what it was used for, but..." She trailed off, a flicker o

wallowe

r whispered that the pas

to see it

mother was asleep before slipping o

wood and dust. Shadows stretched across the floor, flicker

ith towering bookshelves. The air smelled of aged parc

e ran her fingers along

or. A panel

against a slight indent

ran thro

ed agains

ic

kshelf

open, revealing a dark passageway beyond. The air tha

e coiled in

screamed that sh

had come

eadying breath, s

ckered as she stepped

walls lined with peeling wallpaper, th

the center, draped in a whi

ch-what made her blood run cold-

d into t

and

Eleanor

breath

fingers trembling,

uched the wall, t

omi

, heart

darkness pressing again

th

dow m

wasn't

e corner, barely vis

wo

hair. Ho

h strangled i

n's lips

ave to

red, as if not entirely there, her for

ng, filling Naomi's head with a cac

rned t

r slamm

d scream ripped

ything w