00:00Every night at exactly 3.07 a.m., the bell above the old Hollow Creek Church rang once.
00:10The villagers said it was just wind, but Jenna knew better.
00:16Her grandfather had been the bell ringer before he vanished 50 years ago,
00:22the night the bell began tolling on its own.
00:26Determined, she climbed the crooked steeple steps one stormy night.
00:32Lightning flashed as she reached the bell.
00:34No ropes, no gears, yet, dong, it swung.
00:41She leaned closer and froze.
00:45Inside the bronze curve, something shimmered.
00:49Rows of faces, eyes wide, and mouths open in silent screams.
00:57One of them looked like her grandfather.
01:01She tried to run, but cold hands grabbed her shoulders and pulled her inside the bell.
01:07The next morning, the villagers gathered.
01:12The bell was still.
01:14Peace at last.
01:16Until that night, when it rang again.
01:20At 3.07 a.m. sharp.
01:24And one new face had appeared inside.
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