Chapter 3 Shadows of the Past
The streets of Hollow Creek were slick with morning drizzle, the sky a bruised gray that seemed to press down on the city. Detective Selena Ward moved through the crowd with measured steps, her trench coat flaring slightly with each stride. The print match from the silk locket had led her here the outskirts of the city, to a forgotten industrial complex that had long ago been abandoned.
The building loomed ahead: a hulking shadow of rusted steel and broken windows. Its gates were chained and padlocked, but the faint scrape of tires suggested someone had recently moved through.
Selena’s instincts tightened in her chest. She reached for the handgun at her hip but didn’t draw it yet. This was a place where shadows hid more than rats. Every creak of metal underfoot could conceal a trap, every puddle a hidden clue.
Jamie Noor had joined her in the car, laptop in hand, scanning the city’s surveillance network. “All exits clear so far,” Jamie said, voice tense but controlled. “No one on the cameras in the last thirty minutes. Either we’re too early… or they’re expecting us.”
Selena didn’t answer immediately. Her mind wandered, as it often did now, to Evelyn. The cassette tape’s voice had haunted her all night. Soft, trembling, unmistakable yet distorted, as if someone wanted to keep the truth just out of reach. If Evelyn was alive, where was she? And why leave the message now, after all these years?
The gate yielded under Selena’s gloved hands. Rusted metal groaned, echoing through the complex. She stepped inside, scanning every shadow. The smell hit her first damp, metallic, and faintly antiseptic.
“This place… it smells like the clinic,” she whispered to Jamie.
Jamie frowned. “You mean the one from your sister’s files?”
Selena nodded, jaw tight. Memories bubbled unbidden: the smell of whitewashed walls, the faint hum of machines, the way Evelyn had laughed quietly before bedtime, unaware of what was to come. Her fists clenched. “Exactly. And it’s not a coincidence.”
Inside, the building was a maze of corridors and crumbling offices. Broken windows let in shafts of pale light, catching dust motes like ghosts dancing in the air. Selena’s every sense was alert the weight of the gun, the slight echo of her footsteps, the faint scuff of something behind her.
Jamie’s voice crackled through her earpiece. “Detective… you’re not alone.”
Selena froze. A shadow shifted near a collapsed doorway. Slowly, carefully, she approached.
A figure emerged small, hunched, with long hair matted and damp. Ava Lin, the survivor from the red silk attack, trembled in the corner, eyes wide with recognition.
“Detective… you’re here,” Ava whispered. Her voice was brittle, barely audible over the drizzle that still seeped through broken walls.
Selena knelt a few feet away, keeping her tone calm. “It’s okay, I’ve got you. Can you walk?”
Ava nodded, tears streaking her cheeks. “He… he’s coming. They said… if you came, I’d have to…” Her voice broke.
Selena’s stomach tightened. “Who’s coming? The man who did this to you?”
Ava shivered violently, nodding. “The… Pale Man. He’s… he’s waiting. And… she… she’s… she’s alive. But not… whole.”
Selena’s heart lurched. Her sister. Evelyn.
Jamie’s voice cut in over the earpiece. “Detective, I’ve pulled something. Partial fingerprints from the locket matched your sister’s DNA.”
Selena’s knees nearly buckled. “No,” she whispered. “It can’t be…”
“Yes,” Jamie confirmed. “Three points of match. It’s her. Or… someone close enough to trigger the match.”
Selena drew a deep breath, pushing down the surge of emotion. “Get ready for extraction. We’re bringing her out alive if she’s here.”
Ava pointed to a hallway leading deeper into the complex. “This way… he keeps her there… in the old lab. She… she sings sometimes. To remember… or… to survive.”
Selena nodded, rising. Her trench coat flared as she advanced, gun drawn. Every step felt heavier, as though the building itself was aware of her presence. The walls seemed to whisper Evelyn’s name, mocking her hesitation, echoing the years of unanswered questions.
The lab doors were rusted, but not locked. Selena pushed them open, revealing a room shrouded in shadows. Instruments lay scattered, old machines that once hummed with life now silent, coated in dust. And there, in the center, a figure curled on a cot, covered in tattered blankets.
“Evelyn…” Selena’s voice broke.
The figure stirred, head lifting slowly. Pale, gaunt, eyes wide and unblinking. Evelyn’s hair was matted, her clothes torn, but there was no mistaking her. Her lips moved, forming words Selena could barely hear:
“I… remember… you…”
Selena moved closer, kneeling beside her sister. “I’m here. I’m taking you home.”
But Evelyn’s eyes darted to the shadows. “He… will come… if you take me…”
Selena’s pulse thundered. The Pale Man the orchestrator of this nightmare was still watching, somewhere beyond the darkness. Every instinct screamed that this was a trap.
A sudden noise behind them metal scraping against concrete made Selena spin. Shadows moved. Figures emerged: masked, silent, surrounding the lab.
Jamie’s voice blared through her earpiece. “Detective, do you copy? You’re on your own until backup arrives!”
Selena’s jaw tightened. “I hear you, Jamie.”
Her eyes flicked to Evelyn. “Stay close to me. Don’t move.”
The masked figures advanced, deliberate and synchronized. Selena raised her gun, but her mind raced faster than her hands. She had trained for ambushes, for organized chaos. Yet nothing could prepare her for the realization that the person she sought the sister she had mourned for a decade had been here all along, and now her life depended on Selena’s ability to navigate a room full of killers and the unknown.
One figure stepped forward, taller than the rest, cloaked in black the unmistakable presence of the Pale Man. His voice, soft and deliberate, echoed through the lab:
“Detective Ward… you’ve finally remembered.”
Selena’s fingers tightened on the trigger. “Not yet,” she whispered. “Not until I take back what’s yours.”
The room fell silent for a heartbeat, broken only by the faint hum of the broken machines and Evelyn’s shallow, ragged breathing. Then the Pale Man moved, gliding forward, every motion precise and chilling.
Selena felt a surge of adrenaline, anger, and desperation. She was no longer just a detective investigating a case she was a sister fighting for the only family she had left, for the remnants of a life stolen from her.
And in that dim, abandoned lab, with shadows stretching long and false across peeling walls, the hunt truly began.