e oak tree would not let me be. It stayed in my mind, like s

the occurrence in the for

een the wind. But as the hours dragged on, the whispers grew cl

t the street outside was empty, bathed in the pale glow of the full moon. I locked myself in my

plore the town. I never got the chance to after my family disappeared. Silver Hollow seemed like any ordinary town: cobblestone st

?" asked a cheerful woman at the lo

w the town," I replied,

old Mrs. Fenwick at the library is your best b

dark stone, with ivy creeping up its sides. Inside, the air smelled of dust

es, greeted with a sharp glance. "You're not from a

with my family. We own the house at the edge of town" I adm

when the lights went out. The 'Hart' family. A lot of peop

but not all of it is pleasant," she said, pulling a leather-bound journal from a locked cabinet. "This belonged to

hrough the entries, I found cryptic notes about "the Silver Moon" and refere

ath its silver light lies truth, but only for

sudden gust of wind swept through the room, extinguishing the flickering lamps. The whis

stirred something," she whispered, her voice shak

rowing sense of unease. The whispers had followed me here, and as I walked home that evening, I felt it again, tha

were empty, but the sound persisted, I quickened my pace, my heart p

d, steady and warm. He caught m

ver his brow, and his piercing amber eyes held a mix of concern and cur

ps curving into a half smile. "You alri

ing me." I stammered, glancing ove

woods can play tricks on people." he

and steady, before he stepped back. "I don't think you remember me; I used to work with your father before he disapp

ng into you like that." I replied, p

oice low." Silver Hollow has its secre

e, its carved symbols glowing faintly in the moonlight. Around it, shadows moved.

whispers followed, growing louder until they became a deafening howl. A pair of glowing

my ears, faint but insistent. The journal sat on the

ove is