The Hollow Thing

ing. Beneath the ghostly glow of the Halloween moon, the Raven Hollow manor stood like a forgotten monument to tragedy.

lace where her family had vanished one cold October night, swallowed whole by a mystery that had haunted h

eeze rushed out, carrying the scent of dust, decay, and secrets long buried beneath years of s

roken panes. Faded tapestries hung limp on peeling walls, and the floorboards moaned under her tentative footsteps.

back at her with hollow eyes. Her voice was barely a whisper but filled with unyielding resolve

the shadows where past and present were abou