Ankita Sharma

They built this town on a grave and called it home. Ophelia Hall has stood empty for years, its blackened walls holding secrets the town of Blackwater Hollow has chosen, carefully and deliberately, to forget. No one speaks of what happened there. No one asks why the shadows near its gates move even when the wind doesn't. But forgetting was never the same as erasing. Old blood rises. Old sins resurface.
And for those bound to this place by lineage, by curse, by choices they didn't know they were making. the reckoning is no longer a warning. It has already begun. Because in Blackwater Hollow, nothing stays buried forever. And some ghosts don't just haunt... they hunger.