Whispers in the Dark
Nestled deep within the Appalachian Mountains, the village of Hollow Creek had an unsettling charm. Its houses, relics of a bygone era, clung to the hillsides, their creaky wooden facades standing as sentinels against the encroaching wilderness. Locals often spoke in hushed tones of the Whispers in the Dark, an eerie phenomenon that had haunted the village for generations. These whispers, they said, were the voices of the lost, echoing through the night and telling tales of sorrow and regret.