It was a night like another other in the small town of Hollow Creek. The wind howled through the twisted branches of the ancient trees, and the moon hung low, casting a pale light across the landscape. But on this night, something stirred in the shadows. Something old. Something evil.
In the heart of the forest, hidden from the eyes of the townspeople, an old cabin sat decaying. It had been abandoned for years, ever since the tragic murders that had once haunted the town. But tonight, the cabin's dark history was about to come alive again.
The silence of the woods was broken by a soft, rhythmic sound: the steady drip of blood onto the floorboards. Inside the cabin, a figure crouched over a body, knife in hand. The killer wore a mask, a grotesque thing made from the stitched-together flesh of animals and something else, something human. The only sound was the faint whimper of the victim, but it quickly faded into silence.
The killer stood, towering over the body, and dragged the blade across the victim's throat one last. time, ensuring there would be no more noise. The killer's breath was slow, controlled, the eyes behind the mask cold and unfeeling.
This was just the beginning.
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Whispers in the woods
HorrorIt was a night like any other in the small town of Hollow Creek. The wind howled through the twisted branches of the ancient trees, and the moon hung low, casting a pale light across the landscape. But on this night something stirred in the shadows...
