A quiet house. A well-paid babysitting job. One simple rule.
Do not acknowledge what the child sees in the corner.
At first, it feels like imagination. A child talking to nothing. A harmless quirk. But as the night stretches on, the silence inside the house begins to shift. The rules stop feeling strange and start feeling necessary.
Because something is listening.
And it knows your name.
As reality bends and fear tightens its grip, one thing becomes clear. This is not a game, and this is not a child’s imagination.
Some things wait to be noticed.
And once they are… they don’t let go.
You won’t see it coming. But you will feel it watching.
Scarlett Hollow writes psychological horror where ordinary spaces become quietly wrong. Her stories focus on subtle dread rather than monsters. An apartment vent that breathes. A room that learns your rhythm. A silence that answers back. Scarlett explores the deeper fear of losing control over the things we trust most, memory, identity, and our own bodies. She writes for listeners who enjoy tension that builds slowly and lingers long after the story ends. She lives somewhere quiet enough to hear the walls at night.View all by Scarlett Hollow
