The wind carries a warning.
The town of Hollow Creek had never been the same after the events of that fateful summer. The whispers in the woods were now the stuff of legend, the stories of the Whispering Killer passed down through hushed conversations and campfire tales. Some said the forest was cursed, that anyone who ventured too deep would never return. Others claimed the murders were the work of an ordinary killer, now long and gone.
But Lana Pierce knew better.
It had been five years since she had left Hollow Creek behind, since she had stood over Sarah's body at the old well and listened to her mother's voice echo through the darkness of the woods. Five years of trying to forget the nightmares that still haunted her, of pushing away the memories of the whispers that had followed her through those cursed woods.
She had built a new life in the city, far from the suffocating shadows of her hometown. But the past had a way of creeping back in when you least expected it.
One night, as Lana sat in her quiet apartment, the phone rang. It was a number she didn't recognise, but something about it made her hesitate. She stared at the screen for a moment before answering.
''Hello?''
There was a silence on the other end. And then, faintly, she heard it. The whisper.
''Lana..''
Her blood ran cold, her breath catching her throat. She dropped the phone, and the one went dead.
The whispers had returned.
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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...
