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Elara’s father had become Hollow three winters ago. She remembered him coming inside at dusk, shaking mist from his coat. “It’s nothing,” he’d said, coughing. “Just a little fog.” That night, she heard him get up. Walk to the door. Open it. She’d screamed, grabbed his arm, but he didn’t turn around. His eyes were already the color of old milk.
“You left the window open, sweetheart. Downstairs. The little one, by the herb shelf.”
Thump. Thump. Thump.
They called the lost ones the Hollow . By day, they looked like neighbors. They walked, they spoke, they smiled. But their eyes were wrong—milky and distant, like moonlit puddles. And at night, they didn’t sleep. They just stood in the dark, facing the woods, whispering words no one could translate. Waiting.
Slow. Measured. Not frantic. Hollow never hurried.
Elara’s father had become Hollow three winters ago. She remembered him coming inside at dusk, shaking mist from his coat. “It’s nothing,” he’d said, coughing. “Just a little fog.” That night, she heard him get up. Walk to the door. Open it. She’d screamed, grabbed his arm, but he didn’t turn around. His eyes were already the color of old milk.
“You left the window open, sweetheart. Downstairs. The little one, by the herb shelf.”
Thump. Thump. Thump.
They called the lost ones the Hollow . By day, they looked like neighbors. They walked, they spoke, they smiled. But their eyes were wrong—milky and distant, like moonlit puddles. And at night, they didn’t sleep. They just stood in the dark, facing the woods, whispering words no one could translate. Waiting.
Slow. Measured. Not frantic. Hollow never hurried.