No one remembers his real face, only the carved one he dons now. Once full of life and laughter, he changed the night everything went wrong. Now the mask smiles for him, hiding the hollowness beneath.
DAY 15 — Hollow Jack
Model: Cleo Hamilton
MUA: Hannah Fleet
Location: Frightmare Farms
On Halloween night, panic drove him into the woods. Blood stained his hands, and revenge burned in his heart. By morning, only the mask remained; grinning from the shadows like it had a life of its own.
Legends have a way of rooting themselves in the earth. Some say he never left those woods at all. He carved himself a new face to hide what he had done and every October, he slips it back on to finish what was started. They call him the Hollow Jack now, a ghost with a pulse, hunting in the living world with a pickaxe for penance.
