The Rope
The Hollow Hours Volume I
Daniel needed a place to disappear. Ashridge Hollow—a small, secluded town lost in the woods—seemed perfect. Quiet streets. Empty houses. Neighbours who smiled politely but never asked too many questions.
It was supposed to be a fresh start.
But the Hollow isn’t the kind of town you find by accident. It’s the kind that finds you.
In the crumbling house at the end of Turner Lane, Daniel discovers something waiting for him: a rope, hanging from the attic beams, that never stops swinging. At first, he tells himself it’s just an old house settling. Creaks. Drafts. Shadows. Things he can explain away.
But the creaking grows louder. The shadows sharper. And the past Daniel thought he left behind begins to unravel around him, thread by thread.
Because in Ashridge Hollow, nothing ever really leaves. Not the guilt. Not the dead. And not the rope, still swinging, slow and patient, waiting for the next.
The Rope
The Hollow Hours Volume I
Daniel needed a place to disappear. Ashridge Hollow—a small, secluded town lost in the woods—seemed perfect. Quiet streets. Empty houses. Neighbours who smiled politely but never asked too many questions.
It was supposed to be a fresh start.
But the Hollow isn’t the kind of town you find by accident. It’s the kind that finds you.
In the crumbling house at the end of Turner Lane, Daniel discovers something waiting for him: a rope, hanging from the attic beams, that never stops swinging. At first, he tells himself it’s just an old house settling. Creaks. Drafts. Shadows. Things he can explain away.
But the creaking grows louder. The shadows sharper. And the past Daniel thought he left behind begins to unravel around him, thread by thread.
Because in Ashridge Hollow, nothing ever really leaves. Not the guilt. Not the dead. And not the rope, still swinging, slow and patient, waiting for the next.
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