The curse of Black Hollow

d in my ears, each beat a drumroll to an unseen terror. The room w

ld anchor me to reality. Slowly, I scanned the room again, searching for any sign of the

o myself, though my voice cracke

off from the world outside this cursed house. I threw off the quilt and swung

his wasnt just some old mansion with a spooky vibe; s

n, the beam cutting through the darkness like a lifeline. If this i

light casting jagged shadows on the peeling wallpaper. The

steps echoed soft

ghtening on the fla

ans

each step slow and heavy. They were com

me. My breath hitched as I neared the top of the stairs

the staircase s

dly. His clothes were dated-an old-fashioned waistcoat and trousers that clung to his tall, lean fra

though my voice betrayed

ould ask you the same question,he said, his voice

ound of my name. How

mooth. You carry the Hartfield blood,he said,

an?I asked, my frustra

one grave. A place that remembers. The curse of Black Holl

e quickened as memories of the whispers a

vian Hartfield, bound this place to darkness. Her choices h

d who are you in all this? Some gho

lse-sadness? Regret? I am Aiden,he said quietly. I am bound to thi

sincerity in his voice unnerved me more tha

y, the crystals clinking like a sinister wind chime. A deep, guttura

, his jaw tightening. Were out of ti

h

cking onto mine. You must leave this house before

aving. This is my familys home, my inherita

n etched on his face. You dont understand what youre dealing with. This isnt just a ho

ed to emanate from the very walls. The floor beneath

s voice cutting through

parts terror and defiance. Not until you tell me

shattered, raining glass down into the foyer. A shadowy mass began to coalesce at the base of

turned to face the entity. Its too late,he s

g until it nearly reached the ceiling. Red eyes flared w

, his presence like a shield

I stood frozen, unable to tear my gaze away f

verything

llowed me was Aidens voice, filled with