Granny didn't write it down.
She bled it into the bone.
Don't sweep after dark. You'll stir up the dead.
You hear your name called and nobody's there? Don't answer.
Don't rock an empty chair.
You'll call something to sit in it.
Never whistle in the dark.
It calls what you can't see.
When the fog clings past midday, the Hollow's whispering warnings.
