Creepy stuff (Believe me)

A growl.

Low. Guttural.

It rumbled from somewhere deep inside the cave, vibrating through the walls like a beast stirring from its slumber.

The group froze.

And then—

Muffled voices.

Indistinct. Hushed.

Like whispers slipping through the cracks of reality.

Alex's grip on his gauntlet tightened. His status window flickered again.

[ WARNING: UNKNOWN PRESENCE DETECTED. ][ Spiritual Disturbance: ACTIVE. ]

Frenchie's flashlight trembled slightly in his hands as he swept the beam across the cave.

Nothing.

No figures. No bodies.

But there was movement.

The sand on the cave floor was shifting.

Not from wind. Not from them.

Something unseen was moving through it.

Butcher muttered, "I f*ing hate ghost sh."

Raju, unusually quiet, whispered, "Aatma…"

Hughie gulped. "I… I don't know what that means, but I already don't like it."

Deadpool, unfazed, squinted into the darkness. "Alright, which one of you undead bastards is trying to do a cheap horror movie jump scare?"

The whispers… grew louder.

No.

Not just louder. Closer.

The darkness ahead shifted. Like it was breathing.

And then—

Something moved.

A figure.

Just for a second.

A shadow darting between the stalactites.

Alex's pulse spiked.

Hughie grabbed onto Butcher's arm. "Okay, please tell me you saw that."

Butcher gritted his teeth. "Yeah. And I don't like it."

Kimiko's fingers tensed. Ready. Watching.

Deadpool tilted his head. "Sooo, who votes we go deeper into the literal death tunnel? I mean, what's the worst that could—"

CRUNCH.

Everyone turned.

The bones.

They moved.

And then—

One of the British skeletons sat up.