Story 424: The Haunted Grounds

The team stood outside the eerie chapel, the fog thickening like a shroud around them. The battle inside had left them weary, but there was no time to rest. Beyond the graveyard, a path wound through overgrown vegetation and led to a dilapidated village. Faint whispers seemed to float on the wind, carrying indistinct words that sent chills down their spines.

Rook glanced back at his squad. "This isn’t over. The source of this disturbance is still out there. Stay close, and stay sharp."

The cobblestone path crumbled under their boots as they advanced toward the village. Rusted gates hung loosely on their hinges, creaking with every gust of wind. The buildings were skeletal remains of what had once been homes—roofs caved in, windows shattered, and ivy crawling over the crumbling stone walls.

Ghost moved silently ahead, her scanner sweeping the area. "No life signs," she reported, her voice low. "But... something’s here. I can feel it."