Story 954: The Fogborn Curse

The ashen remains of the bonefield settled into silence, but the survivors barely had time to breathe. A thick, unnatural fog began to coil around them, dense and suffocating, swallowing the landscape in a cold, damp grip.

Elias flicked his lighter, the flame flickering weakly before vanishing. “This isn’t normal fog.”

Mira clutched the Cursed Book, feeling its pages pulse with an eerie rhythm. “Something’s watching us.”

Draven’s shotgun was already raised. “Correction—something’s hunting us.”

A low whisper slithered through the mist. Not words, not quite. It was more like a thousand fingernails scratching across stone, a voice that burrowed into the mind rather than the ears.

Zara tensed. “Did anyone else hear that?”

Then, the fog moved.

It wasn’t just mist—it had shape. Figures loomed within it, shifting just out of sight, their outlines twisting and reforming like shadows trapped in water. Hollow eyes blinked open in the fog, unblinking and hungry.