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In Black Hollow, sunset isn't a romantic moment. It's a warning. When the sun dips behind the Appalachian peaks, cars vanish from the streets, shopkeepers shutter their doors in silence, and the entire town holds its breath. Everyone knows the Golden Rule: Never be outside after dark. Emma, Luke, Sarah, and Noah thought it was just small-town superstition. But everything changes when a long whistle-too sharp, too precise to be the wind-echoes their footsteps from the edge of the woods. As cryptic symbols bleed into the bark of the trees and chilling messages appear on their doorsteps, the four friends realize the town's rules aren't there to protect the citizens... they are meant to keep something ancient and hungry from coming inside. Someone is counting. Someone is whistling.
And now, they know where you live.