The Graveyard’s Unholy Inhabitants

The Graveyard's Unholy Inhabitants

I remember the night I stumbled upon the abandoned cemetery like it was yesterday. It was a moonless night, the kind where the darkness seems to swallow everything whole. I had been out hunting, a rifle in hand, when I saw the old iron gate half-hidden by vines and weeds. Curiosity got the better of me, and I pushed my way through the underbrush, stepping carefully over broken headstones and sunken graves.

At first, I thought I was alone. But as I walked deeper into the cemetery, I heard strange noises. Scratching, rustling, and something that sounded like whispers. I tightened my grip on my gun and tried to tell myself it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. But then I saw them.

They were creatures straight out of nightmares. Skinless and skeletal, with eyes that glowed in the darkness. They moved with an eerie grace, like they were dancing to a tune only they could hear. And they were coming straight for me.

I didn’t waste any time. I lifted my rifle and fired off a shot, hoping to scare them off. But they didn’t even flinch. They just kept coming closer, their bony fingers reaching out to grab me.

I knew I had to run. I turned on my heel and sprinted back towards the entrance, my heart pounding in my chest. But they were faster than me. They swarmed around me, grabbing at my clothes and trying to drag me down.

That’s when I remembered the silver bullets. I had heard rumors about creatures like these before, and how silver was the only thing that could kill them. I fumbled in my pocket for the special bullets I always carried with me on hunts like these, and loaded them into my gun.

I fired off a shot, and one of the creatures crumbled to dust. Another shot, and another creature fell. They started to back away from me, hissing and snarling in frustration.

I kept firing until they were all gone. And then, panting and shaking with adrenaline, I stumbled back out into the night. As I made my way back home, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had followed me out of that cemetery. Something that wasn’t quite human.

Author: Opney. Illustrator: Staby. Publisher: Cyber.

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