Video - Black Hollow's Curse: The Night the Past Hungers

The townsfolk of Black Hollow whispered of the ancient curse, but no one truly believed—until the night the fog rolled in, thick and unnatural. Eliza Thornwood, descendant of the last witch trial victim, stood at the old gallows tree, its branches twisted like skeletal fingers. She felt eyes on her, unseen but piercing. A child's laughter echoed, chilling her spine. Shadows elongated, dancing grotesquely. Suddenly, the ground beneath her shifted, revealing bones—countless, writhing bones. From them, spectral hands emerged, clawing at her ankles. Eliza screamed, but the fog swallowed her cry. In Black Hollow, the past had claws, and it was hungry.