Story 972: The Bone Fields

The house was gone. Erased from existence as if it had never been there.

Draven landed hard on the damp earth, rolling to his feet. His breath came fast, heart hammering as he scanned the others. Mira was clutching the cursed book, her face pale. Elias wiped a thin trickle of blood from his temple. Zara adjusted her grip on her knife, eyes darting over the now-empty hill.

There was nothing left but barren land, stretching into an endless fog.

“Where the hell are we?” Mira whispered.

Elias exhaled sharply. “Nowhere good.”

The wind stirred, carrying a sound that sent ice down their spines—a distant rattling, like bones clicking together.

Zara tensed. “We need to move.”

They descended into the fog, the ground crunching beneath their boots. When they looked down, they weren’t stepping on dirt.

They were walking on bones.