The Shadow of Hollow Creek

Nestled deep in the misty woods of Hollow Creek, a small town hides a terrifying legend. Decades ago, a mysterious serial killer, known only as "The Hollow Man," butchered nine victims before vanishing without a trace. Now, locals whisper that his spirit still roams, hunting new prey under the blood-red moon. This is the chilling tale of a haunted serial killer—a murderer whose evil outlived death itself. 

In 1983, Hollow Creek was shaken by a series of brutal killings. The victims—all strangers passing through town—were found mutilated, their bodies arranged in grotesque poses. The killer left no fingerprints, no DNA—just a single black rose on each corpse. The sheriff at the time, Daniel Graves, pursued the killer into the Blackwood Forest, but only his badge was ever found—covered in blood. The murders stopped abruptly, but the terror never faded. Years later, hikers and thrill-seekers who ventured near Blackwood Forest reported eerie sightings:

  • A tall, shadowy figure with hollow eyes, watching from the trees.
  • The faint sound of whispering voices begging for help.
  • Black roses appearing on doorsteps—a sign that The Hollow Man had chosen his next victim.

    In 2015, a group of urban explorers disappeared near the forest. Search teams found only one survivor, Ethan Cole, babbling about a "man with no face" who dragged his friends into the darkness. Local folklore suggests that The Hollow Man was no ordinary killer. Some believe he made a deal with dark forces, binding his soul to the land. Others say his victims’ spirits pull the living into his realm, forcing them to relive their final moments. Paranormal investigators who visited the forest captured EVPs (Electronic Voice Phenomena) of screaming and a chilling phrase: "You’re next."

    To this day, no one knows who—or what—The Hollow Man truly was. Some say he’s still out there, waiting in the shadows. Others believe the forest itself is alive with his evil. If you ever find yourself near Hollow Creek, beware the whispers in the wind… and never pick up a black rose.