**The Whispers of Hollow Creek**
In a small, forgotten village nestled between thick, dark woods, the people spoke in hushed tones about Hollow Creek. The creek wound its way through the forest, its waters dark and murky. It was said that every night, once the moon reached its zenith, whispers would rise from the water, calling to the unsuspecting.
Emma, a curious journalist new to the village, had heard the tales while sipping tea at the old