972: Story 972: The Bone Fields 972: 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 ca fast, heart hamring 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.
Draven knelt, brushing aside the pale fragnts.
Not all of them were human.
So were twisted, deford, with elongated skulls and too many teeth.
Others bore deep scratch marks, as if sothing had gnawed on them.
Then the bones shifted.
A ripple passed through the field, the skeletal remains rolling over one another, assembling, rising.
Mira’s breath hitched.
“They’re waking up.”
The first of the Bone Horrors stood, a grotesque fusion of human and beast, its empty sockets burning with an unnatural glow.
And then they all rose.
A sea of skeletal abominations erged from the ground, their jaws clacking, their spindly fingers twitching.
So moved on all fours, others stood tall, heads lolling unnaturally.
Then, as one, they charged.
Draven fired first, his bullet shattering a skull, but the creature kept moving.
Zara sliced through ribs, but the pieces reford instantly.
“They don’t stay down!” Elias cursed, blasting another horror apart—only for its bones to knit back together seconds later.
Mira’s fingers flew through the cursed book’s pages, searching desperately.
The runes shifted beneath her touch, rearranging as if responding to the threat.
Then she found it.
A spell whispered in old, forgotten tongues.
Mira didn’t hesitate.
She spoke the words aloud.
A pulse of violet energy erupted from her hands, spreading outward in a ripple.
The mont it touched the Bone Horrors, they froze mid-charge, their bodies shaking violently.
Cracks spread across their forms.
Then—they collapsed.
Every bone in the field crumbled into dust.
Silence fell, broken only by Mira’s ragged breathing.
She closed the book, hands trembling.
“Let’s not do that again.”
Draven nodded, scanning the endless fog ahead.
There was no going back now.
Whatever waited beyond the Bone Fields was worse.
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