Story 944: The Hollow Man’s Game

The train screamed through the void, its rusted wheels grinding against tracks that no longer seemed real. The windows no longer showed the dead world outside—only a shifting abyss, a place where faces formed and dissolved in the swirling blackness.

Mira pushed herself up, her breath ragged. The Cursed Book in her grip burned cold, its pages fluttering as if something inside was trying to escape.

Draven groaned, steadying himself against a torn seat. “What the hell was that?”

Elias peered through the flickering lantern light, his revolver ready. “We’re not in our world anymore.”

A laugh echoed through the train. Low, hollow, wrong.

“Good evening, travelers.”

The voice was everywhere, dripping from the walls, seeping through the cracks in the floor. The Hollow Man had arrived.