When I first began The Hallow Beneath, I never imagined how far this story would travel — through fear, through faith, through the fragile bond that holds people together when everything around them begins to break.
This story was never just about a curse or an ancient evil.
It was about family. About the weight of loss. About how darkness feeds on the quiet places inside us — and how love, even when bruised and battered, can still burn bright enough to fight it back.
Robert's strength came from his love for Will.
Tom's redemption came from the pain of being lost and found again.
And for the people of Hollow Creek, salvation didn't come from power, but from faith — faith in something greater than the shadows beneath their feet.
To everyone who followed this journey, who felt the chill of the Hollow and the ache of its victims — thank you.
Stories like this breathe only when they are read, and The Hallow Beneath has lived through you.
May it remind you that every darkness, no matter how deep, fears the light.
And that sometimes, the greatest battles are fought not with weapons, but with courage, forgiveness, and belief.
Thank you for walking with me through the Hollow.
Until the next story — keep believing, keep feeling, and never stop listening for the whispers beneath.
— Peace Jackson