Shamblers Hollow

The old house stood silhouetted against the setting sun, its skeletal trees clawing at the bruised sky. Shamblers Hollow. Even its name was a whisper of dread. Lya pulled her hoodie tighter, a mix of excitement and unease swirling in her gut. Beside her, Sarah shivered, her eyes wide with apprehension.
"Are we really doing this?" Sarah whispered, her voice barely audible over the rustling leaves.
Waylen adjusted his camera, a grin playing on his lips. "Of course, we are. Think of the footage!" Noah, ever the joker, nudged Lya. "Don't tell me you're scared, Hills. I thought you were the brave one."
Lya met his gaze, a defiant spark in her eyes. "Scared? Please. Just ready to finally see what all the fuss is about." She pushed open the rusty gate, its screech echoing eerily in the twilight. The air grew colder as they stepped onto the overgrown path, the house looming larger, darker, with every step.
Tonight, Shamblers Hollow would give up its secrets. Or perhaps, claim new ones.
