The One Rule That Keeps You Alive: Never Look Back Twice | Scary Urban Legend

There's an old rule among night travelers. One my grandfather taught me before he disappeared on

a country road. If you hear footsteps behind you that stop when you stop, don't panic.

If you feel breath on your neck where no wind blows, keep walking. And if you see it

in your peripheral vision — a shape too large to be a dog, black as a hole

in the world — you're already marked. They call it the Hollow Hound. Empty eye sockets

that burn with light that shouldn't exist. It never runs. Never attacks. It just follows,

twenty paces behind, patient as centuries. Here's the rule: You can look back once.

Just once. To confirm what stalks you. Maybe it's your imagination.