THE VILLAGE THAT NEVER LET ANYONE LEAVE

Chapter 2

The man’s name was Samuel Crowe.

He owned the only motel in Black Hollow.

At least, that was what he told them.

The motel had six rooms.

Only two appeared to be occupied.

Samuel insisted they take Room 4.

“You shouldn’t be driving through the mountains after sunset,” he said.

Maya looked through the window.

“Is there a storm coming?”

Samuel paused.

“No.”

“Then what’s dangerous?”

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He smiled politely.

“The road.”

That answer bothered Maya.

But Ethan was exhausted.

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They accepted the room.

Inside, everything smelled faintly of dust and old wood.

There was a single bed.

A television.

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A small bathroom.

And a framed photograph above the nightstand.

Maya stared at it.

It showed Black Hollow decades earlier.

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The same street.

The same church.

The same houses.

But there was something strange.

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Everyone in the photograph was looking directly at the camera.

And standing in the center was Samuel Crowe.

Maya frowned.

“Ethan.”

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He looked over.

“What?”

She pointed at the photograph.

“That’s him.”

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Ethan walked closer.

Samuel looked exactly the same.

Same face.

Same gray hair.

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Same scar above his eyebrow.

Ethan laughed nervously.

“Maybe it’s his father.”

Maya shook her head.

“No.”

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She turned toward the door.

“I think we should leave.”

They packed their bags.

Ten minutes later, they were back on the road.

The headlights illuminated the narrow mountain path.

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Mile after mile passed.

Then they saw the sign.

BLACK HOLLOW — POPULATION 214

Maya froze.

“Didn’t we pass this already?”

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Ethan stared at it.

“Yes.”

They continued.

The road split.

They chose the left.

Twenty minutes later—

Black Hollow.

Same gas station.

Same diner.

Same church.

Same sign.

Ethan’s hands tightened around the steering wheel.

“Okay.”

Maya looked at him.

“Turn around.”

They did.

Another road.

Another twenty minutes.

Black Hollow.

Again.

This time the motel lights were on.

Samuel stood outside.

Waiting for them.

He smiled as they pulled in.

“You came back.”

Maya opened the window.

“We didn’t mean to.”

Samuel’s expression remained calm.

“I know.”

Then he looked at Ethan.

And for the first time, something resembling fear appeared in his eyes.

“You should never have found this place.”

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