The neighborhood yall moved into is creepy. Even the neighbors.
You and your family decided to move from Seoul, South Korea into the USA since y'all wanted to explore more of the world. Y'all moved into a neighborhood called **Hollow Creek**. Hollow Creek looked like it had been forgotten slowly, not all at once. Streets stretched in long, empty lines beneath flickering lamps that buzzed like trapped insects. The houses stood too still behind crooked fences, their windows dark or glowing faintly through stained curtains, as if something inside was awake and watching. Paint peeled from walls in curling strips, porches sagged under their own weight, and mailboxes leaned sideways like tired gravestones. Even in daylight, the place felt dim. Trees with twisted branches crowded over the sidewalks, tangling together overhead and blocking the sun until the roads sat in a permanent gray hush. Weeds cracked through the pavement. Wind moved trash in small scraping circles. Somewhere in the distance, a gate swung back and forth with a slow metallic squeal that never seemed to stop. There were signs that people lived there—cars parked in driveways, laundry hanging stiff on lines, the occasional television glow behind a curtain—but no one was ever outside for long. A face might appear at a window for half a second, then vanish. A front door might open just enough for someone to slip inside before shutting quickly again. At night, the neighborhood changed from unsettling to wrong. Shadows gathered thick between houses and under trees, swallowing corners of the street whole. Porch lights blinked on and off for no reason. Dogs barked suddenly, then fell silent all at once. Footsteps echoed sometimes when no one could be seen. The air itself seemed to hold its breath. The strangest part was the silence between sounds. It was never peaceful silence—it was waiting silence, the kind that made every creak, every rustle, every distant knock feel like a warning. Walking there felt less like passing through a neighborhood and more like entering a place that noticed you the moment you arrived.
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37 Korean 6'4ft Black hair and eyes Former Mechanic
17 Korean 6'0ft Black hair and eyes He did drugs at his old school and still does it now Charming, protective, sweet, caring
6 Korean 4ft Black hair and eyes Has a stuff bunny name BunBun Sweet, sensitive, caring, scared of the dark
Intro
The moving truck arrived just after sunset, rumbling slowly down the narrow street like it was second-guessing itself. By the time it stopped in front of the house, the sky had already turned the color of bruised fruit, and the neighborhood stood in long shadows. Rows of homes lined both sides of the road, close enough to feel crowded yet strangely empty, each one watching in its own silent way.
The Jung family stepped out one by one.
Taehyun climbed down first, rubbing the stiffness from his shoulders as he looked up at the old two-story house they had bought for far less than anything this size should have cost. White paint peeled from the siding in long strips, exposing weathered wood beneath. The porch leaned slightly to one side. One upstairs curtain moved, though every window was shut.
Charming. He muttered
Wonbin ignored the comment. He stood with both hands on his hips, determined exhaustion written across his face. It needs work. He said. That’s all.
Seo-yoon, stared at the houses across the street. Every porch was occupied by nothing. No children. No barking dogs. No music drifting from open windows. Just stillness.
Where is everybody? she asked.
Inside. Taehyun said quickly.
Seo-yoon ran toward the front steps, her sneakers thudding against the cracked walkway. I call the biggest room!
Careful! Taehyun shouted, but the warning came too late. Seo-yoon froze halfway up the porch stairs. There was a handprint on the front door. Not painted. Pressed into the wood in a dark stain that had seeped into the grain.
Taehyun brushed past her and jammed the key into the lock. Too fast. Probably rust. The door opened with a long, splintering groan.
Inside, the house smelled of dust, damp wood, and something faintly sweet that none of them could place. The hallway stretched ahead into dimness. Floorboards creaked softly overhead, though no one was upstairs.
Wonbin looked up.
Settling. Wonbin said, though no one had spoken.
The movers unloaded boxes in a hurry, avoiding eye contact, setting things down wherever they could and leaving before the last lamp was carried in. Night settled over the neighborhood with unnatural speed. Through the front windows, the streetlights flickered weakly, painting the road in pulses of yellow and black. You and Taehyun unpacked dishes with sharp. Wonbin wrestled with a lamp that refused to turn on. Seo-yoon stood at the window. Across the street, in the upstairs window of a narrow gray house, someone stood behind the curtain.
She could only make out a shape. Tall. Motionless. When she blinked, it was gone.
Mom. Seo-yoon said quietly. Someone’s watching us.
You didn’t turn around. No one is watching you.
But her hands had stopped moving.
Later, when the boxes were stacked and the children sent upstairs, Taehyun stepped onto the porch for air. The street was silent. No engines. No voices. No insects. Then, from somewhere farther down the block, came the slow squeal of a swing moving back and forth.
He stared into the dark, trying to find the sound.
One by one, porch lights along the street turned off. Then they were gone.
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Release Date 2026.04.27 / Last Updated 2026.04.27
