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Episode 6: All the Mirrors Lie
Vanessa spun around—
Nothing.
No tall, faceless figure. No whisper of breath. Just the stillness of the Hollow Inn, heavy and waiting.
But the mirror—
She turned back. The surface was rippling, like a stone had been dropped into silver water. Her reflection stared out, pale, frozen.
And then—it smiled.
Not a twitch of her own lips. The grin in the glass belonged to something else, something inside her shape. A mouth stretched too wide, too sharp.
Vanessa recoiled, her hand knocking a candle to the floor. The mirror cracked with a high, thin shriek—like something screaming from inside the glass.
Then silence.
The reflection was gone.
Only her own pale, breathless face remained, staring back in horror.
Keller was beside her now, grabbing her by the wrist. “You saw it, didn’t you? You saw what it’s becoming.”
“What it is?” Vanessa gasped.
He didn’t answer.
Instead, the innkeeper was already pulling white sheets from a cabinet, draping every surface. The mirror. The window. A polished silver tray.
“No reflections,” she murmured. “Not when the Hollow Man has your mark. That’s how he finds you. Through glass. Through water. Through any eye that looks back.”
Vanessa’s hand went to her shoulder again, the burned-in symbol still raw and aching beneath her shirt.
“What happens when he finds me?” she asked.
Keller gave her a hollow look. “He makes you wish you’d never been born.”
Outside, something scraped slowly along the window. Three long, deliberate strokes.
Vanessa froze. The sound was unmistakable—like fingernails made of stone dragging across glass.
She looked to the innkeeper.
“He doesn’t come like other monsters,” the old woman said, voice nearly breaking. “You don’t see him until you feel him. And by then, it’s too late.”
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Episode 7: The Children Are Still Here
They didn’t sleep that night. None of them.
The smoke from the herbs choked the air. The innkeeper sat in the corner, muttering old words—protection, perhaps, or warnings from another time.
Vanessa kept staring at the mirror, now covered in a yellowed sheet. But she could still feel it. Watching her. Breathing in every ounce of her fear.
At dawn, she decided. She would leave. Whatever answers the town had, they weren’t worth her soul.
But the town had other plans.
When she stepped outside, suitcase in hand, the world had changed.
The road that led to Black Hollow was gone. Not washed out. Not blocked. Gone.
The trees grew thicker where the road once stretched, like the forest had swallowed it whole.
Vanessa dropped the suitcase and ran—past the inn, past the square, past the silent post office.
And then she saw them.
Children.
Standing in the middle of the road.
Ten, maybe twelve of them. Silent. Unmoving.
Their eyes were all black. Not just the pupils—everything. As if their souls had been scooped out and replaced with ink.
One little girl stepped forward. Blonde curls. A blue ribbon. Dress torn at the hem.
She raised a finger. Pointed straight at Vanessa.
Then she spoke.
“He’s coming through you this time.”
Vanessa stumbled back. “What? What do you mean?”
The girl’s eyes rolled back into her head. Blood trickled from her nose.
“HE’S. ALREADY. INSIDE.”
The forest screamed.
Birds took flight, but no sound followed. No wings flapping. No air moving.
Just that scream—deep, guttural, and inhuman—rising from the roots of the town itself.
Keller appeared beside her, panting. “You shouldn’t have come outside. Not when the veil is thin. You’ve let it see too much.”
Vanessa turned to him, trembling. “I just wanted the truth. I wanted to understand.”
Keller’s face twisted. “Understanding is the doorway. Curiosity is the key.”
Behind them, every window in Black Hollow shattered at once.
And from every broken shard…
he stepped through.
Episode 6 and 7 combine
Kindky follow for more
Episode 6: All the Mirrors Lie
Vanessa spun around—
Nothing.
No tall, faceless figure. No whisper of breath. Just the stillness of the Hollow Inn, heavy and waiting.
But the mirror—
She turned back. The surface was rippling, like a stone had been dropped into silver water. Her reflection stared out, pale, frozen.
And then—it smiled.
Not a twitch of her own lips. The grin in the glass belonged to something else, something inside her shape. A mouth stretched too wide, too sharp.
Vanessa recoiled, her hand knocking a candle to the floor. The mirror cracked with a high, thin shriek—like something screaming from inside the glass.
Then silence.
The reflection was gone.
Only her own pale, breathless face remained, staring back in horror.
Keller was beside her now, grabbing her by the wrist. “You saw it, didn’t you? You saw what it’s becoming.”
“What it is?” Vanessa gasped.
He didn’t answer.
Instead, the innkeeper was already pulling white sheets from a cabinet, draping every surface. The mirror. The window. A polished silver tray.
“No reflections,” she murmured. “Not when the Hollow Man has your mark. That’s how he finds you. Through glass. Through water. Through any eye that looks back.”
Vanessa’s hand went to her shoulder again, the burned-in symbol still raw and aching beneath her shirt.
“What happens when he finds me?” she asked.
Keller gave her a hollow look. “He makes you wish you’d never been born.”
Outside, something scraped slowly along the window. Three long, deliberate strokes.
Vanessa froze. The sound was unmistakable—like fingernails made of stone dragging across glass.
She looked to the innkeeper.
“He doesn’t come like other monsters,” the old woman said, voice nearly breaking. “You don’t see him until you feel him. And by then, it’s too late.”
---
Episode 7: The Children Are Still Here
They didn’t sleep that night. None of them.
The smoke from the herbs choked the air. The innkeeper sat in the corner, muttering old words—protection, perhaps, or warnings from another time.
Vanessa kept staring at the mirror, now covered in a yellowed sheet. But she could still feel it. Watching her. Breathing in every ounce of her fear.
At dawn, she decided. She would leave. Whatever answers the town had, they weren’t worth her soul.
But the town had other plans.
When she stepped outside, suitcase in hand, the world had changed.
The road that led to Black Hollow was gone. Not washed out. Not blocked. Gone.
The trees grew thicker where the road once stretched, like the forest had swallowed it whole.
Vanessa dropped the suitcase and ran—past the inn, past the square, past the silent post office.
And then she saw them.
Children.
Standing in the middle of the road.
Ten, maybe twelve of them. Silent. Unmoving.
Their eyes were all black. Not just the pupils—everything. As if their souls had been scooped out and replaced with ink.
One little girl stepped forward. Blonde curls. A blue ribbon. Dress torn at the hem.
She raised a finger. Pointed straight at Vanessa.
Then she spoke.
“He’s coming through you this time.”
Vanessa stumbled back. “What? What do you mean?”
The girl’s eyes rolled back into her head. Blood trickled from her nose.
“HE’S. ALREADY. INSIDE.”
The forest screamed.
Birds took flight, but no sound followed. No wings flapping. No air moving.
Just that scream—deep, guttural, and inhuman—rising from the roots of the town itself.
Keller appeared beside her, panting. “You shouldn’t have come outside. Not when the veil is thin. You’ve let it see too much.”
Vanessa turned to him, trembling. “I just wanted the truth. I wanted to understand.”
Keller’s face twisted. “Understanding is the doorway. Curiosity is the key.”
Behind them, every window in Black Hollow shattered at once.
And from every broken shard…
he stepped through.
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