The rusty hinges of the Hollow Creek library door screeched in protest as Cora Lackey pushed her way inside. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of sunlight that speared through a grimy window, illuminating a scene of utter disarray. Toppled bookshelves lay scattered across the threadbare carpet, their contents spilling out like the entrails of a gutted fish. A lone crow cawed from a perch atop a broken globe, its beady black eyes seeming to mock the chaos.
Cora, a woman more comfortable surrounded by the orderly rows of a modern library, felt a shiver crawl up her spine. This wasn't what she'd expected. Her father, Richard Lackey, a renowned historian with a penchant for the obscure, had vanished weeks ago, his last known location: Hollow Creek, a town shrouded in whispers of a dark past and even darker present.
Armed with a tattered map and a heart full of worry, Cora had embarked on a solo mission to find him. But the state of the library, the only public building in town that seemed remotely functional, sent a wave of unease washing over her. Where was everyone?
A sudden creak from the back of the library made her jump. She spun around, hand instinctively reaching for the pepper spray nestled in her purse – a recent addition to her usual librarian attire. A hunched figure emerged from the shadows, its face obscured by a wide-brimmed hat.
"Can I help you, dearie?" The voice was raspy, like sandpaper on wood.
Cora took a deep breath, forcing down her apprehension. "I'm looking for Richard Lackey. He's a historian, tall, with glasses…"
The figure chuckled, a dry, humorless sound. "Historian, eh? Come looking for trouble, are we?"
Cora frowned. "Trouble? What do you mean?"
The woman, her face finally revealed as a network of wrinkles etched around piercing blue eyes, leaned closer. "This town," she rasped, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "has a way of swallowing people whole. Especially those who come poking around in things best left undisturbed."
A cold dread settled in Cora's stomach. "You know where my father is, don't you?"
The woman's lips stretched into a thin smile. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't. But if you want answers, dearie, you'll have to play by Hollow Creek's rules."
Before Cora could press further, the woman turned and shuffled back into the shadows, leaving her alone amidst the wreckage of the library. The crow cawed again, its harsh cry echoing through the silent room. Cora stood there, the weight of the town's secrets pressing down on her. This was no ordinary missing person case. Hollow Creek held a darkness that threatened to consume not just her father, but her as well. But Cora, with a librarian's tenacity and a daughter's love, wouldn't be deterred. She would find her father, and she would unravel the secrets of Hollow Creek, even if it meant facing the darkness head-on.