Haunting Howls of the Hollow Hills

In the heart of the countryside, surrounded by thick forests and ancient megaliths, lie the Hollow Hills. Locals, for generations, have been warned against venturing there, especially after sundown. They speak of the sinister howls that fill the night, echoing through the hills with a chilling resonance.

Decades have gone by, and tales of the Hollow Hills have become legends, a mere story told to children to keep them from straying. But for Jack, a young journalist with an insatiable curiosity, these legends were an invitation.

Armed with recording equipment, Jack decided to spend a night in the Hollow Hills. Despite the warnings from locals, he dismissed the tales as superstitions, attributing the howls to wolves or other mundane wildlife.

As night descended upon the hills, the ambiance began to change. A dense mist rolled in, obscuring the moon and stars. The ancient megaliths appeared as towering figures, casting ominous shadows that seemed to move of their own accord.

Then, the howling began.

It started faintly, a distant echo, but soon it was all around him. These weren’t the cries of wolves; they were something far more malevolent. The ground shook as shadowy figures began emerging from the mists: not humans, but twisted beings, with elongated limbs and faces filled with pain and rage. Their mournful howls spoke of an ancient curse, of trespasses and betrayals.

Paralyzed with fear, Jack tried to recall the tales he had heard. They spoke of ancient druids who, in an attempt to harness the power of the megaliths, had betrayed their own and had been cursed to roam the hills for eternity.

The apparitions drew closer, their hands reaching out for him. In a last-ditch attempt, Jack played a druidic chant he had recorded earlier from one of the locals. To his surprise, the spirits began to wail, retreating slowly back into the mists from whence they came.

By dawn, the hills were silent once more. Jack, forever scarred by the night’s events, left with more than just a tale. He bore the weight of a truth: that some legends are based in horrifying reality.

And while the Hollow Hills remain, standing as a testament to ancient sins, no one dares to tread there. For the cursed will always be waiting, their haunting howls a reminder of the past's weight and the price of the truth.