The Paranormal Streamer Chapter 3

In the morning, I quickly packed up. Walking out of the motel felt like unprecedented relief. I went home first to catch up on sleep. When I woke up, it was already afternoon. After eating, I returned to the motel.

Looking at that sleazy owner, I wanted to punch him. Not wanting to talk much, I took the elevator upstairs. I noticed several floors were almost empty. That bastard owner told me there were no rooms available, yet I was the only person on the fourth floor.

I returned to yesterday's room—same setup, though the lady had cleaned it. It was only 4-5 PM. I took out my phone to game for a bit. Suddenly I heard knocking. I figured it was that owner again.

Opening the door—nobody there. Just a black delivery bag on the floor. I was confused. When did I order a delivery? I didn't remember ordering anything.

Returning to my room, I tossed it on the table. Around 7-8 PM, feeling hungry, I got curious about what was in the package. I took a knife and opened it. What the hell—it was a sex doll.

For some reason, nothing happened that entire night. I was disappointed. The next day I left. That night I hit up a food market for drinks, wanting to deal with my frustration. I'd finally found an exciting place, but after a few days, nothing.

At home that night, I kept searching for my next destination. Suddenly a stranger added me as a friend, recommending a place: Hollow Creek. The person said the place was constantly haunted, disturbing the locals. Because the village location was remote, few people explored there.

Supposedly, several experienced paranormal investigators had gone there to perform rituals, but they all fled terrified that same night, pissing themselves. I'd heard about this—even saw it in the news. Hollow Creek apparently had extremely heavy supernatural energy. Something major must have happened there.

But why was this stranger recommending this place to me?

Curious, I quietly set out for Hollow Creek. Looking at the GPS, I was confused—couldn't find any road into the village. I had to ask around. I learned about a useful lead: an eighty-year-old man.

He regularly told villagers stories about Hollow Creek, each time leaving everyone terrified. This old man was named Frank Wilson. As a young man, he'd fought in the war. During battle, enemies had cornered him in a village. Just as they were about to be annihilated, a strange fog rolled in. When Frank woke up, he found himself in a cave, pitch black. Fortunately, he had matches in his pack. He tore pieces from his shirt to use as makeshift torches.

By the weak flame, Frank saw his surroundings and nearly freaked out—bodies everywhere. He'd only survived because several enemy corpses were beneath him. Frank almost cried from fear but held it in, knowing if he broke down, he'd be in even more trouble. On the cave wall, Frank found a stone tablet covered in thick dust, hard to see clearly.

The story continued—Frank fearfully moved toward the tablet to see what it was. He frantically wiped away the dust. The writing became clear, but Frank couldn't read it. It looked like some kind of ancient script, but it vividly expressed its meaning.

Suddenly Frank noticed the tablet's writing could glow. The cave began collapsing, rocks falling from above. Frank panicked, though at least he wasn't dying at enemy hands—small comfort.

Scared stiff, Frank stood frozen. As rocks kept falling, a large opening appeared before him—actually a tunnel. Frank instinctively drew his pistol and made a torch. He thought this might be some unit's secret base—maybe he could find supplies.

So Frank entered with these hopes. Inside, he discovered countless crystals covering the walls. Frank walked, amazed.

When he reached a hall-like chamber, he couldn't see the end. Frank thought, this doesn't seem like a secret base—no human construction. Could it be an emperor's tomb? But if so, where were the treasures?

Suddenly, a swarm of black creatures flew toward Frank. Terrified, he ran back. But strangely, after running partway, the path seemed different—narrower. Frank thought he'd lost those weird things, but he still heard monster sounds behind him. Too scared to stay, Frank finally saw the cave exit and desperately climbed out. When he emerged, he felt dizzy and passed out. When he woke, he was somewhere else. Frank's mind was affected—sometimes lucid, sometimes deranged. He often told people this story.

As for later search parties, nobody knew what happened. Finding the cave was impossible.

I thought, this won't be simple. But first I needed to find Frank Wilson, or I wouldn't know how to reach Hollow Creek.