Deep in the forgotten woods of Black Hollow, villagers whisper of a spirit that does not just haunt… it hunts.
For centuries, travelers who dared to cross the hollow at night vanished without a trace. Their screams, some say, still echo between the trees, carried by a cold wind that smells of ash and decay.
Those who survived speak of a figure wrapped in shadows — a woman with hollow eyes, her mouth twisted into an eternal scream. Legends claim she was once betrayed and murdered by her own family, her body buried beneath the blackened oak in the center of the forest.
Now, she seeks vengeance.
Lights extinguish on their own.
Footsteps follow from behind, though no one is there.
The final sign is a sharp whisper in your ear calling your name — seconds before your soul is claimed.
Locals refuse to enter the Hollow after dusk. Hunters who once scoffed at the tale were found days later, their faces frozen in terror, skin pale as chalk, with no marks of violence… only fear.
Even today, those brave (or foolish) enough to visit the Black Hollow leave offerings at the roots of the black oak — hoping the vengeful spirit will be appeased. None are certain if it works… but all agree:
Never call out a name in the Hollow, unless you want something to answer.