April 25, 1930


From the Gods’ Hollow journal of Duncan Blood.


April 25, 1930.

I have long suspected the Hollow to be under the influence of malignant entities, and thus the reason for its name. Today, it seems as though the Hollow sought to confirm my suspicions.

The Hollow expressed itself and threw a building at me.

I heard the rush of the structure through the air; caught the sound of screams of outrage emanating from a dark place between realities. These were enough to cause me to pause and look, which in turn saved me from a great deal of pain.

I’m not certain as to how large the house was, or if there was anyone alive in it when the building crashed into the earth. Boards were scattered like matchsticks as the house split in half. The ground shook, and for a moment, lightning tore through the cloudless sky.

Yet within seconds, the disruption was finished. Birds took up their songs, squirrels argued from their perches in the trees, and all was as it should be.

I don’t know when I drew my Colts, but they were in my hands, hammers drawn back as I stood and observed the wreckage. After some minutes, I returned the pistols to their holsters, spat in disgust, and continued on my way.

The Gods of the Hollow will have to do more than throw a house at me.

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