Story 963: Into the Hollow

The wind howled through the desolate wasteland, carrying with it the scent of decay. Draven tightened his grip on his blade, his eyes locked on the ruins ahead. The mansion stood like a monument to forgotten horrors, its gothic spires cutting into the moonlit sky. Something was waiting inside. Something old. Something hungry.

Mira trailed behind him, her fingers brushing against the cursed book she carried. The pages whispered in voices that were almost human, almost familiar. She could feel the weight of the knowledge within it, pressing against her mind, tempting her with secrets best left unknown. Elias walked beside her, his usual smirk absent as he glanced at the shifting shadows in the trees. “Places like this don’t just exist,” he muttered. “They grow.”