"Find the door before it finds you."
Peter David read the email for the tenth time. No sender, no subject—just an old, weathered map attached, marked with a name he'd never heard: Black Hollow. Beneath the map, a single line chilled him more than any ghost story he'd ever investigated.
"Not all doors are meant to be opened."
Peter was used to strange things. As a paranormal investigator, he'd debunked haunted houses, chased cryptids, and even spent a night in the ruins of an asylum—alone. But this felt different. The kind of different that prickles under your skin like something watching from the dark.
He packed his gear.