The Hollowing
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In a remote mountain town, hunters start vanishing. Locals whisper about "The Hollowing," an ancient creature that wears the skin of its prey and mimics their voices perfectly. A teenage girl hears her brother's voice calling from the woods... but he's already been buried.
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If you get scared easily this is not for you.
Let your imagination take over if you dare...
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