Story 1009: The Green-Eyed Revenant

The moon hung swollen and green above the skeletal forest of Farrowgrove, where the trees bled sap the color of rust and whispered in tongues no human spoke. Among the dying leaves, something stirred.

They said it walked like a man, but with a gait too smooth—too silent. Its skin stretched like wax over bone, and its glowing green eyes pierced through the veil of fog and reason alike. The Green-Eyed Revenant had returned.

No one knew who it once was. Some claimed it was a warlock betrayed by his coven, others a lost child buried alive under cursed roots. But the Revenant wasn’t here for vengeance.

It hunted the living who dared forget the dead.

Gideon Moth arrived at Farrowgrove by dusk, shovel strapped to his back, grave dirt still clinging to his boots.

The townsfolk begged him not to go.