The Legend of Hollowmere House
On the edge of town, veiled behind a tangle of dead oaks and perpetual mist, stands Hollowmere House—a place even moonlight fears to linger. Locals whisper that every Halloween, a single candle flickers in its shattered window, summoning the restless souls trapped within.
Decades ago, a family vanished after moving in. Only a trail of blood-red footprints remained, winding from the cellar to the attic, and ending at a wall that sometimes... seems to breathe. Some say, if you listen at midnight, you’ll hear the scraping of fingernails and a voice—soft as a sigh—begging, “Let me out.” None who’ve entered after dark have been seen again, but every year the candle returns, its flame dancing as if to greet the next visitor.