Shadows of Black
Hollow Lane
Eastern New Mexico University - Roswell
by Mariana Barron
Shadows of Black Hollow Lane
Mariana BarronShadows of Black Hollow Lane
by Mariana Barron
A cold shiver surged through Elizabeth as a chilling wind swept over her on Black Hollow Lane. Her heart raced with fear, the dread of what might be behind her overwhelming her senses. With no choice, she turned to face the source and saw a towering figure, about ten feet tall, its presence heavy with menace. Terrified, she screamed, but in an instant, the darkness swallowed her whole, leaving no trace behind.
Confused and trapped in a nightmare, Elizabeth woke to find herself gagged and bound in a gloomy cellar, its air thick with cobwebs and dread. The metallic groan of a door pierced the silence, each creak echoing in the darkness like a harbinger of terror. Fear surged within her, each sound a countdown grating against her nerves.
At the top of the stairs, the figure hovered, its stillness amplifying its ominous presence. Elizabeth’s heart drummed frantically; each beat a desperate cry for help. An icy sensation snaked through her as the figure glided forward, its breath like frost on her skin. A terrifying realization dawned on her—this entity belonged to no earthly realm. The ropes binding her wrists seemed to tighten as if animated by the being’s sinister will. Its face emerged, eyeless yet piercing through her fear-stricken soul. The suffocating darkness smothered her voice, making her painfully aware of how helpless she was against this spectral creature. With a voice saturated in malevolence, it whispered, “I’ve been waiting for you, Elizabeth.”
Her vision blurred with fear as more shadows began to take shape, weaving themselves into her consciousness. Memories from Black Hollow Lane haunted her, like whispers woven into the fabric of the town. Rumors of a tormented spirit hidden in the mist, previously dismissed as folklore, now unraveled as stark reality before her eyes.
The entity exhaled a deep, mournful sound, echoing with the sorrows of countless souls. Elizabeth’s skin tingled with goosebumps as she was engulfed by this ancient lament, a specter tightening around her soul. She fought against her bindings; each movement mocked by their unwavering silence.
In the grip of despair and enveloping shadow, Elizabeth realized that her cries would dissolve into nothingness, swallowed by a malevolent force indifferent to mercy. Terror spun around her mind like a sinister symphony. The specter drew closer, its undefined form oppressively palpable.
Her awareness frayed, peeling away like petals from a dying flower, revealing raw terror within. Beneath lay an abyss, ready to consume her very essence. Elizabeth understood with chilling clarity that this was not just an escape, but a descent into an eternal void of shadows.
As her last shred of consciousness faded into silent screams, only an eerie silence remained in place of her vibrant spirit. The darkness claimed its prize, and Black Hollow Lane waited patiently for its next unsuspecting visitor, its curse pulsating through the ages.