"Out here, when something knocks, it’s never a person."

Silas Vane

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My name is
Silas Vane

Occupation: Former preacher and caretaker of the Hollow
Status: Missing since October 13th, 1972
Location Last Seen: Near the weeping willow at Creepy Creek

All about me

Reverend Silas Vane arrived in Eye, Suffolk in 1959, claiming to be a man of God sent to “cleanse the corrupted land.” But his sermons were strange from the beginning — filled with talk of ancient spirits, unseen watchers, and a reckoning rising from the creek. He preached not from scripture, but from a hand-bound book of leather and bone, written in a language no one could decipher.

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Vanished without a trace
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Kept calling, even after death
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Came back, but not quite right
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Spoke of voices no one else could hear

MY WORK

Every bone removed and stacked neatly beside the body
90%
Still alive, but stitched shut—eyes, mouth, everything.
85%
Hollowed out and filled with something that squirmed.
95%
Drowning in dry leaves, gasping for air that wouldn’t come.
95%
Skinned clean and perfectly intact to hang like clothing.
90%
Bending every single joint the wrong way, lovingly.
80%

Vane declared the area around Creepy Creek “hallowed ground,” and forbade the townsfolk from building on it. When developers ignored his warnings, livestock began to vanish. Then pets. Then people. Silas insisted it was “the Hollow’s hunger” — a divine punishment for disturbing what slept beneath the soil.

WHERE IS HE NOW?

He vanished during a midnight sermon held alone in the woods, where he was heard chanting in tongues before the wind rose unnaturally and the trees bent inward, as if listening. The next morning, his pulpit was found overturned, his bible half-burned… and his footprints led straight into Creepy Creek — but none came out.

LEGEND SAYS

He still walks the creek’s edge in a tattered preacher’s coat, murmuring prayers that make no sense.
His church bell tolls sometimes… though the church itself was burned down years ago.
If you hear him preaching in the woods, do not answer.
And if you find a black book outside your cabin door — never read from it.

"He fed the Hollow what it wanted... and then it wanted him."