The Hollow Secret
As his boots hit the ground with urgency, Tim approached the tree, his heart racing. He set up the ladder, barely noticing the slight wobble beneath him. His eyes were fixed on the nest, and the growing tension in his chest drove him to climb higher. Typically, the noise would have sent birds scattering, but today, the air was eerily still. Not a single bird moved.
When Tim finally peered inside, his breath caught. A large hole marred the nest’s edge, and something inside it stopped him cold. His hands shook as he fumbled for his phone. “I need help,” he whispered, dialing the police.
