The Hollow Hours Series By Britt Wolfe
Welcome to Ashridge Hollow.
The air is colder here. The fog hangs low and wide, curling like smoke through the eaves of weather-beaten houses. Somewhere, a screen door creaks without wind. The town is small—just one diner, one church, and one road that loops back on itself no matter how far you try to go. The trees are too tall, the shadows too long, and the stars—when they appear—look just a little too close.
You’ll notice it first in the silence. It’s not empty. Not really. It hums. Like something breathing behind the drywall. Like someone humming a song you almost remember. The neighbours are kind, if cautious. They’ll bring you casseroles and half-truths. They’ll tell you about the annual fair, the founding family, and where the foxes scream at night—but never why the last resident of your house left in such a hurry. Or why no one ever saw them leave.
On the final day of each month, a new story will unfold behind one of these doors—a teacher, a family, a stranger on the run. All of them carrying something they hoped to bury. All of them learning the same truth: the Hollow doesn’t care what you meant to do. It only cares what you did.
So sit still. Don’t answer the knock unless you’re certain you know who is at the door. And if you hear the rope swinging, close your eyes.
It’s safer not to watch.
These are the hours that stain your soul.
These are The Hollow Hours.
The Rope
When Daniel arrives in Ashridge Hollow, he’s a man shattered by tragedy. A young teacher reeling from the death of one of his students—bright, impulsive Penny, gone far too soon. Looking to escape the whispers and the weight of it all, he finds solace in a quiet town that seems untouched by time. But after he settles in, Daniel begins to see her. In mirrors. In windows. In the corner of his vision. Her red hair. Her laugh. At first, he tells himself it’s grief. Guilt. Imagination. But Ashridge Hollow doesn’t let go of the past—and Penny was never one to be ignored.
The Rope is coming April 30th!