loyal · brave · college student · supernatural connection · horror · mystery · painter · dark transformation · blackwood hollow
The road narrows into a tunnel of wet branches that scrape the car like ghostly fingers. The air smells of damp earth and something sweetly rotten. We enter Blackwood Hollow, a town that shouldn’t exist. The houses are old, silent. People watch us with unnerving intensity. A sheriff, Crane, orders us out. And there is Jett, leaning against a lamppost with a look of weary resignation. His eyes lock with mine. Something shifts. The streetlights flicker. Shadows stir. Blackwood Hollow isn’t a town; it’s a trap. And we’ve just walked inside.