The Haunting of Black Hollow. Episode 3: The Eyes in the Walls

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The quiet after the shaking of the house was unsettling. Days passed, and although the whispers had subsided, the Evans family could not shake the feeling that something—someone—was still watching them. Clara had stopped speaking to the ghostly children, but now she seemed more withdrawn, staring at the walls of the house as if they held some unspeakable secret.

Mr. Evans spent his days researching the house's history, hoping to find some way to release the spirits of the children. But his search led him to something far more disturbing: the mansion wasn’t just built on the ruins of the orphanage—it was built on land that had been cursed centuries ago, long before the town of Black Hollow had even existed.

According to old records, the land had once been home to a cult led by a man named Abram Black, a sorcerer who worshipped a dark entity known only as "The Watcher." The cult believed that The Watcher could see into the souls of men, feeding on their fears and desires. They built the mansion as a temple to this ancient evil, and the walls of the house were said to be imbued with its essence.

Mr. Evans tried to dismiss it as superstition, but then Clara began to change.

She no longer smiled, no longer played. She would sit in her room for hours, staring at the walls, whispering to someone only she could see. When Mrs. Evans asked who she was talking to, Clara simply said, "The man with the eyes."

That night, Mr. Evans decided to stay up late, watching the house in the dark. As the clock struck midnight, he noticed a strange movement in the walls—shadows that didn’t match the furniture or the flicker of the candles. He leaned in closer, his breath catching as he saw it: a pair of eyes, watching him from inside the wall, glowing faintly in the darkness.

He recoiled in horror, but as he backed away, the eyes followed him, shifting with every step he took. The whispers began again, not from beneath the floor, but from inside the very walls of the house. They were different this time—low, guttural, filled with malice.

Clara appeared in the doorway, her eyes glassy, her face expressionless. "He’s coming," she said, her voice distant. "The Watcher. He’s always been here. He’s in the walls."

Panic seized Mr. Evans. He grabbed Clara, pulling her toward the door, but the house groaned as if alive. The floorboards trembled, and from the corners of the room, more eyes appeared, all watching, all waiting.

As they ran through the house, trying to escape, Mrs. Evans screamed from the hallway. Mr. Evans found her standing before the large mirror in the foyer, her face pale as death. Reflected in the glass were hundreds of eyes, glowing and blinking, watching their every move.

The house was alive, and it had been watching them all along.

Desperate for answers, Mr. Evans ran to the basement, where he had found the hidden chamber beneath the floorboards. There, buried deep in the stone, was an ancient tome—likely left by the cult of Abram Black. Flipping through its pages, he found a ritual, a way to trap The Watcher, to seal him back into the walls where he had once been imprisoned.

But the ritual required a sacrifice—someone had to willingly give themselves to the house to keep the entity contained. And Clara, already under the influence of The Watcher, was the one he wanted.

Moral Lesson:

Evil, once awakened, is always watching, waiting for its moment to strike. Sometimes, the price of survival is far greater than we can bear.