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Echoes in Darkness:: Some things don’t stay buried. Not memories. Not pain. Not the places where terrible things happened. The road wound out of the city like a crack in glass. Four teenagers followed it, each on their own, walking away from homes they didn’t want to call home anymore. They didn’t leave together. That came later. First came the silence. The loneliness. The constant, pulsing feeling that something had been left behind — not just things or people, but pieces of themselves. The parts no one saw. The things no one believed. The kind of damage that lives just under the skin. Mike walked first, fists clenched and jaw tight, pretending he didn’t care. He told himself he wasn’t looking back. He hadn’t planned to go far — just far enough to stop hearing his father’s voice. Far enough to forget about the little brother who went missing, and the search party that gave up. North came second. All swagger and smiles and nowhere to go. They’d done this before — ran, vanished, reappeared in new towns with new names. But something was different this time. The road felt heavier. As if someone — or something — had already decided where they were going. Ye-Rin had been planning her escape for months. Packed neatly, like a ritual. She was tired of being quiet, tired of being obedient, tired of hearing her mother say, “Don’t talk like that. People will think you’re strange.” She was strange. The voices in her dreams had been telling her that since she was eight. And Yukari… Yukari didn’t say why he left. He just did. No note. No bags. Just a hoodie and a flashlight and a journal filled with strange drawings he didn’t remember making. They met in the middle of nowhere — a gas station long abandoned, a sky with no stars. They weren’t friends. Not yet. But something pulled them together, like gravity, like instinct. Something in the dark knew their names. Black Hollow wasn’t supposed to exist. It wasn’t on maps. No signs pointed to it. The only people who remembered it called it cursed, or haunted, or simply wrong. They found it by accident. Or fate. Or whatever twisted force had been watching them all along. The town was silent, swallowed by trees and rot. Houses with doors that creaked open without wind. Streets overgrown and crooked. A church with no roof and pews blackened by fire. The smell of wet stone, and something sweeter beneath it — like decay. And in the air: the feeling that they weren’t alone. They weren’t. There are things in Black Hollow. Things that remember. They don’t bleed. They don’t breathe. They don’t sleep. They echo. Not ghosts, not really. Something older. Something worse. Echoes of grief. Echoes of guilt. Echoes of everything you try to forget. They twist the truth. They wear your face. They whisper in the voices of people you’ve lost. And they’ve been waiting. Mike hears his brother’s voice in the static. North keeps seeing themselves in places they haven’t been. Ye-Rin knows the Echoes are watching her — and one of them knows her name. Yukari draws things he’s never seen, and wakes up with soil under his nails. Something went wrong in Black Hollow a long time ago. A ritual. A sacrifice. A wound in the world that never healed. And now, it’s opening again. To survive, they’ll have to face the worst parts of themselves. To fight back, they’ll have to learn the truth — about the Echoes, about the town, and about what they’re becoming. Because Echoes don’t haunt places. They haunt people. And once they find you… they don’t let go .

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