Fear The Night May 2026

Not through the windows, not through the cracks in the foundation, but through the soft, unguarded places behind her eyes. The places where sleep lived. Or was supposed to.

Tonight, the footsteps came.

They called the lost ones the Hollow . By day, they looked like neighbors. They walked, they spoke, they smiled. But their eyes were wrong—milky and distant, like moonlit puddles. And at night, they didn’t sleep. They just stood in the dark, facing the woods, whispering words no one could translate. Waiting. Fear the Night

“See what?” The words escaped before she could stop them. Not through the windows, not through the cracks