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She was sent away to disappear for a while.
From the city to a quiet town she does not trust. From noise to silence. From control to a house that watches her back. Hollow House is old, cold, and never truly quiet. At night, walls scratch. Footsteps stop outside her door. Shadows move then vanish. She tells herself it is stress. She does not believe in ghosts.
Until she sees the woman in white.
She appears only in the dark. Hair hiding her face. Always watching. Never speaking. Fear turns into fixation. Fixation turns into longing. And as the house closes in, she starts to question what is real, what is imagined, and what is slowly claiming her.
In Hollow House, the dark does not hide things.
It reveals them.