For generations the town has produced the same tri-colored treats—bright, waxy, and strangely addictive. Locals claim the recipe is older than the town itself. They also claim that every October, a few people who indulge too deeply simply… stop. Their bodies are found days later, skin the color of the candy, mouths stuffed with the same sticky kernels they couldn’t resist.
This year, outsider journalist Riley Quinn arrives to write a fluffy seasonal piece on “America’s most haunted candy.” She samples one piece. Then another. By the third night the cravings are no longer hers. Something else is hungry. Something that wears the faces of the missing and leaves trails of orange-and-yellow crumbs leading into the dark.In Hollowbrook, the candy doesn’t just kill you.It keeps you