Story 953: The Bonefield Awakening

The wreckage of the Ghoul Train smoldered behind them, casting a sickly green glow over the field of bones. The air was heavy with the stench of burnt flesh and something older, deeper—unsettled.

Draven tightened his grip on his shotgun. “Tell me this isn’t another cursed place.”

Mira knelt, running her fingers over the charred bones beneath them. “It’s worse.” She glanced at the Cursed Book, its pages trembling. “These aren’t just remains. They’re waiting.”

A low, distant rumble rolled beneath their feet.

Elias flicked his lighter open. “Waiting for what?”

The answer came in a horrific, splintering sound—the bones shifted. At first, it was subtle, a mere shudder in the graveyard of remains. Then, the field came alive.

Skeletal hands erupted from the ground.