Story 971: The House on Black Hollow Hill

The woods were silent, too silent. Even the wind had abandoned this cursed place.

Draven wiped the blood from his temple, staring at the decrepit house on the hill. Its windows were dark sockets, its roof sagged under the weight of years, and the skeletal trees surrounding it twisted unnaturally, as if writhing toward the sky.

Mira shivered. “This place wasn’t on the map.”

“It wasn’t anywhere,” Elias muttered. “Things like this don’t just… exist.”

Yet, the house did. Squatting on the hill like it had been waiting for them.

A single light flickered on in an upstairs window.

“Someone’s inside,” Zara whispered.

Draven’s gut churned. Every part of him screamed stay away. But they needed shelter, even if it meant dealing with whatever horror lurked within.

The front door was already open.

With no other choice, they stepped inside.