Whispers Of The Hollow

s of th

e Ghost of El

s swallowed

t, she coul

it was frigid, the air thick with something

ering had

lence r

inst the door, her heart

real. This

en a b

behi

sing the fine hairs o

n terror, but she fo

e was sti

n in the

g jagged shadows over sunken eyes, hollow cheeks,

ke the portrait Naomi

r Blac

throat c

story in an old boo

was watc

whispered, barely a

r head, her expre

stepped

, her pulse a wild d

anor moved, so

th the scent of something burning. Naomi could almost hear it-flam

k hit t

er hollow, sorrowful gaze pi

layered, as if more than one voice spo

blood

I

ddenly, her features shif

ore she could speak, the

Naomi's hair around her face. The whispering returned, but this time

th

against the door

scre

ining from the ceiling. The whispers turned

handle, twisting, yanki

her

mist, her terrified gaze locking onto Naomi

spers s

door-bur

-

t's W

d into the library

th from the house's nor

en room

wung back into place, sealing itself seamlessly

to her feet, her

t seen-Eleanor, the whispers, the un

g was hu

ao

fore Elliot appeared in the doo

e dust clinging to her clothes-and

ession d

ent in

her throat raw. "You

d, he grabbed her wrist, pul

eed t

ot, w

nting. "You don't understand. If

arm free. "What?

jaw tight. Like he d

he exhale

e Hollow has

stomach

Hol

"The same thing that has taken others before her. The sa

re serious,

ou have t

ly slept t

d in her mind, but lea

t

eded a

e faint creaks of the old house. Every sound made her tense,

g she had learned-Eleanor's fate, t

th

cking r

right, her he

t wasn't fro

m inside h

delibera

ice. Thr

came fast a

N

t want to

what was waiting

the room

thered throug

anor

eezed her

ifted besi

was stan

inst her ribs. She fo

re was

empty

... she

Close enou

asn't

to the mirror

the ref

ure stood

scre

the entire room shaking as if somet

st lik

sence w

gain, the whispers va

e, her entire

asn't just

as r

ad alrea