Hollowmoore Stories

They say Hollowmoor was built on bones. Stone upon stone, brick upon brick-every wall held the whispers of the ones who came before. The students who walked its corridors by day never spoke of the shadows that roamed them by night. They laughed, studied, quarreled, and danced. And every ten years, one of them simply... disappeared. No one left behind a body. No one left behind an answer. Only a whisper. And this year, Hollowmoor was due for another.