The steady creak of carriage wheels had long since lulled it's passengers into slumber...'tis unfortunate that one of said wheels felt the need to wander, thus jolting awake the couple within and leaving them hopelessly stranded in unfamiliar territory. Would that the area they now found themselves be that of a quaint little village, with reputable lodging, all would be well...however, 'twas not the case.
A weathered sign labels their location to be that of 'Grimm Hollow', it's sky an eerie gray palor which offset the gnarled silhouettes of it's woodland. The gentleman of course sets about securing the wayward wheel, and the lady, wishing to add the warmth of fire to their gloomy surroundings, sets to a simple meal, but being the adventurous soul she is, she cannot resist just a brief exploration of the Hollow itself.
As if the lone, dark raven whom had immediately taken to staring was not unsettling enough, there are also the freshly lain earthen mounds which quite obviously house several recently departed, and the ghostly female in black and white, whose mournful sobs land quite convincingly upon the ear. There is yet another curious figure, with it's skeletal arms reaching skyward and it's head having for some unknown reason, been replaced by that of a jack-o-lantern. Whilst this alone is not entirely strange, the odd flicker which can be seen within the roughly carved holes of it's eyes most certainly is. Despite their strangeness, these objects one could at least attempt to fashion logical explanations for, alas the next proves a more difficult challenge. Rising upward from a small patch of sickly looking grass rises a large, gnarled tree, it's limbs adorned by dangling, human skulls whose macabre knocking echo through the darkness.
Lastly, and no doubt the most disturbing, is of course the dark figure upon horseback who suddenly tears it's way through the earth at the base of this tree...and a headless one at that. The only light which dare creep near him being that of the moonlight glinting upon his drawn blade, he races through the Hollow, wishing only to obtain that which he himself is lacking...a head...or perhaps two.
A weathered sign labels their location to be that of 'Grimm Hollow', it's sky an eerie gray palor which offset the gnarled silhouettes of it's woodland. The gentleman of course sets about securing the wayward wheel, and the lady, wishing to add the warmth of fire to their gloomy surroundings, sets to a simple meal, but being the adventurous soul she is, she cannot resist just a brief exploration of the Hollow itself.
As if the lone, dark raven whom had immediately taken to staring was not unsettling enough, there are also the freshly lain earthen mounds which quite obviously house several recently departed, and the ghostly female in black and white, whose mournful sobs land quite convincingly upon the ear. There is yet another curious figure, with it's skeletal arms reaching skyward and it's head having for some unknown reason, been replaced by that of a jack-o-lantern. Whilst this alone is not entirely strange, the odd flicker which can be seen within the roughly carved holes of it's eyes most certainly is. Despite their strangeness, these objects one could at least attempt to fashion logical explanations for, alas the next proves a more difficult challenge. Rising upward from a small patch of sickly looking grass rises a large, gnarled tree, it's limbs adorned by dangling, human skulls whose macabre knocking echo through the darkness.
Lastly, and no doubt the most disturbing, is of course the dark figure upon horseback who suddenly tears it's way through the earth at the base of this tree...and a headless one at that. The only light which dare creep near him being that of the moonlight glinting upon his drawn blade, he races through the Hollow, wishing only to obtain that which he himself is lacking...a head...or perhaps two.
