The Hollow Woods

You were never alone.
We disappear behind the trees, standing tall against the pitch-black night.
Every breath you take, every step you hesitate over — we hear it all. The forest closes in as twisted paths force you to duck and weave between the trunks. Then it starts… the roar of a chainsaw tearing through the silence, growing closer with every heartbeat.
Screaming won’t help you.
Running won’t save you.

In The Hollow Woods, the trees are watching — and something is hunting.