march 3 mood: curious
someone in the forums dm'd me a link today. no context, just hollow.neocities.org and "you'll get it when you see it."
i clicked it. it's a black page with a countdown timer and one line: "you have been chosen. click when you're ready." no ads, no name, nothing. way better atmosphere than most of the stuff people send me.
i haven't clicked the button. yet. i'm going to see how long the countdown runs first. if this turns into a whole creepypasta arg thing i am so in.
eta 3/9 — wrote an update on this, if you're still reading
march 9 mood: paranoid
my webcam light has turned on by itself twice this week. task manager shows nothing running, both times. i unplugged it in between and it still turned on once — or i think it did. i wasn't in the room, i just walked past the door and saw the little green dot through the gap.
there was also a text file on my desktop this morning that i didn't make, named with a timestamp from 2am. i deleted it before i thought to actually read it. i regret that now. i keep trying to remember if the filename had anything else in it, some extra word i skimmed past, and i can't.
the countdown site is still running. i checked. it's got a while left. i haven't clicked.
eta 3/15 — i need to talk about the new "friend" i made
march 15 mood: idk anymore
someone's been messaging me through the hollow site's little chatbox. username TheHollowKeeper. i thought it was a bot until it used my dad's old nickname for me — one i have never posted anywhere, ever.
they sent a file too. i almost didn't open it.
img_0047.jpg
the photo is grainy, night-dark, taken from outside my own window — low, like whoever held the phone was crouched in the flowerbed. my curtain is exactly how i left it three days ago. there's something sitting on the edge of my bed. i can't tell if it's a coat, or someone sitting very still, facing the door.
eta 3/19 — i think i'm being watched. wrote more here
march 19 mood: scared
a voice clip i deleted back in january played on my own page today. i listened to eleven seconds before i had to close the tab — there's a second voice under mine, half a beat behind, learning how to sound like me. by the end of the clip it isn't behind anymore. it's just there, matched, like it caught up.
three other people posted about hollow.neocities in old forum threads. all of them talk about it the way i did, like a fun scary internet thing. all three threads just stop mid-conversation and never pick back up. one of them, right before it stops, posts a single line: "it knows what my mom's voice sounds like now. i don't know how."
TheHollowKeeper sent one more file.
> inbox.txt
it isn't a file. it's a saved chat log.
→ open the log
march 22 mood: —
the countdown hit zero this morning. i've been staring at the button for four hours.
i keep telling myself i can just close the tab. i keep not closing the tab.
someone knocked on my door twice last night. no one was there — just the hallway light flickering, and a smell like a wet basement i've never noticed in this house before.
i can hear my own voice again, very faint, saying my name. it's getting my inflection right now. it didn't, before.
if this is nothing i'm going to feel so stupid. if it's not _
[the entry ends here. the timestamp on the last line reads march 47th. the cursor was still blinking in the empty box for nine more minutes after the last save, according to the site's edit log. then it stopped.]