. She opened one eye cautiously, half-expecting to see a ghostly figure hovering over her bed. Instead, she

tly off her. The cat gave her a disdainful look bef

id and unsettling. She could still hear the little girl's laughter echoing in her ears, and the image of the bleed

al. Of

bed. "No Wi-Fi, no cell service, and a house that'

e. The mirror above the sink was cracked, and her reflection looked back at her with dark circ

st with

interaction and also because she had no idea how to work the ancient stove in the kitchen. She

th a particularly stubborn weed. He looked up as Clara

said, brushing dirt off

e weirdest dream. And then there was th

but he quickly recovered. "Ah, the f

You've heard about it?

tuff. You know how small towns ar

something I should know about this house,

why don't you come inside? I'll ma

nd of Ho

fty mess next door. Clara sat at the kitchen table while Elliot brewe

of Clara. "The Hollow House. It's been around for o

lara asked, wrapping her han

eat-aunt Margot was the last owner, and before her, it passed through a few other memb

d an eyebro

am shut, furniture would move on its own, and at night, you could hear laughter coming fr

he laughter from the night be

talk about. Over the years, a few people have gone

ed. "Great. So I'm li

ly. "I mean, you've been there for a

te of confidence,"

Jo

staying in that house, you should know its history. There's a journal-

. "A journal?

of a recluse. She spent most of her time in the library o

se it's in the creepie

ind the journal, you might figure out how to break

Li

of a long, dark hallway. The door creaked open as she pushed it, revealing a room filled with dusty boo

canned the room, her eyes landing on an old desk in the corner. The surfac

long to find the journal-a thick, leather-bound book with Margot's name em

ars ago. Clara skimmed the pages, her h

my ear at night. It tells me things-things I don

e turned the page. The next

from the walls. I think it's trying

ad documented everything-the laughter, the shadows, the disappearances. And then

s something else here. Something

Contin

e wasn't just haunted-it was something far worse. A