The small town of Hollow Creek had its traditions. Every Halloween, the residents carved pumpkins, threw costume parties, and gathered at the town square to tell spooky stories. But there was one story the elders refused to share, a legend whispered only in the shadows—the tale of the Forgotten.
Years ago, long before Hollow Creek became a cozy town, it was a place of unspeakable terror. A scientist, Dr. Vaughn, lived on its outskirts, conducting grotesque experiments to bring creatures of nightmares to life. He was obsessed with blending human and monster DNA, aiming to create beings that were invincible and immortal. But his experiments went horribly wrong.
On a stormy Halloween night, his creations escaped. Creatures with rotting flesh, claws like razors, and eyes that glowed like embers emerged from his lab. They weren't alive, nor were they dead—they were Forgotten, beings whose very existence had been erased from memory to keep the town safe.
That is, until tonight.
The wind howled as Emma and her friends wandered through the woods, seeking the abandoned mansion where Dr. Vaughn once worked. No one believed the mansion existed anymore—it was just another ghost story. But Emma had found an old map in her attic, a relic from her grandfather, who had lived through the original horror.
The deeper they ventured, the colder the air became. Their laughter turned to silence as they stumbled upon the overgrown ruins of the mansion. Inside, dusty lab equipment lay scattered across the floor, and broken jars emitted a foul stench. The walls were covered in cryptic symbols, and in the center of the room was a massive iron door, sealed shut for decades.
Suddenly, the door creaked open. From the darkness emerged a hulking figure, eyes glowing red, its body stitched together from the parts of different creatures. It was one of Dr. Vaughn’s Forgotten. Emma’s heart raced as more of the creatures poured out, their growls filling the night.
The children ran, but the Forgotten were fast, their monstrous forms relentless. As Emma glanced back, she saw them—no longer just monsters, but twisted reflections of the people they once were.
Just as the creatures closed in, a blinding light erupted from the town square, and a bell tolled midnight. The Forgotten shrieked, retreating into the shadows. The town's ancient curse had been lifted, but only for a moment.
Hollow Creek would never be safe again. Every Halloween, the Forgotten would return, always searching for those who dared to remember their existence.
This year, Emma would be ready.
