Chapter 3: The Hollow Ones
Lena returned to the hotel, her mind swirling with questions. Who was that man? What did he mean by "part of it"? She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something deeply wrong with Grey Hollow, something hidden beneath the surface. She had to find out what happened to the townspeople.
That night, she sat in her room, reviewing the notes she had taken from the cemetery. As the clock ticked past midnight, a strange noise echoed through the hallway—a low moan, like a wail of despair. It was distant at first, but it grew louder, closer. Lena grabbed her flashlight and crept into the hallway.
The air was thick with an unnatural cold, and the lights flickered as she moved deeper into the hotel. The wailing continued, now followed by whispers—faint and indistinct, but growing clearer.
Suddenly, the door to one of the rooms flew open, and a figure emerged. It was a woman, her hair disheveled and her clothes torn. Her eyes were wide with terror, and her face was pale as if drained of all life. The woman collapsed at Lena’s feet, gasping for breath.
"They’re coming," she whispered, her voice trembling. "The Hollow Ones... they want us all..."
Before Lena could respond, the woman vanished, dissolving into thin air, leaving only an eerie silence behind.
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