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The ancient burial ground

The ancient burial ground

By Sankar RPublished about a year ago 3 min read
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The ancient burial ground
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The ancient burial ground

Deep in the heart of the forest, there lay an ancient burial ground. For centuries, the ground had remained undisturbed, its secrets and horrors hidden from the world. But one day, a group of curious teenagers stumbled upon the burial ground, unaware of the danger that lurked within.

The teenagers, five in all, had heard rumors of the burial ground, but had never believed them. They had always thought it was just a myth, a story told to scare children. But when they came upon the site, they knew immediately that it was real.

The burial ground was surrounded by a tall fence, its wrought iron spikes rusted and twisted. Beyond the fence lay a field of tall, overgrown grass, littered with ancient tombstones and mausoleums. The air was thick with the smell of decay, and a chill ran down the teenagers' spines.

Despite the warning signs, the teenagers couldn't resist the lure of the burial ground. They hopped the fence and entered the field, their flashlights piercing the darkness. As they wandered through the maze of graves, they felt as if they were being watched, as if the spirits of the dead were hovering just beyond their sight.

At first, the teenagers were fascinated by the ancient tombstones and mausoleums. They read the names and dates, imagining the lives of the long-dead people buried beneath. But as they moved deeper into the burial ground, they began to feel a sense of unease.

The graves became more decrepit and decayed, and the air grew thicker and more oppressive. The teenagers felt as if they were walking through a graveyard of nightmares, where the dead refused to stay dead. They heard strange noises in the darkness, whispers and moans that seemed to come from all around them.

As they approached the center of the burial ground, they saw a large, ancient mausoleum, its stone walls covered in moss and vines. The mausoleum looked like it had been untouched for centuries, its door sealed shut with rusted chains and locks.

The teenagers were drawn to the mausoleum, and they approached it with a mixture of curiosity and fear. As they stood before the door, they heard a sound coming from inside, a sound that made their blood run cold.

It was the sound of something scraping against stone, something big and heavy that was trying to push its way out of the mausoleum. The teenagers froze, staring at the door in terror as the sound grew louder and more insistent.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and a figure emerged from the darkness. It was a creature unlike anything the teenagers had ever seen before, a mass of rotting flesh and bone that seemed to have been dead for centuries.

The creature shambled toward them, its eyes glowing with a malevolent light. The teenagers tried to run, but they found themselves trapped, surrounded by the graves and tombstones of the burial ground.

The creature closed in on them, its stench overwhelming, its bony fingers reaching out to grab them. The teenagers screamed and fought, but it was no use. The creature was too strong, too relentless.

One by one, the teenagers were dragged down into the darkness, their screams echoing through the burial ground. And as the creature feasted on their flesh, the spirits of the dead rose up from their graves, joining in the feast.

For centuries, the burial ground had been a place of rest for the dead. But now, it was a place of horror, a place where the living came to die. And as the sun rose over the forest, the burial ground returned to its silent, lifeless state, its secrets and horrors hidden once again.

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  • Safeera Satharabout a year ago

    Nice 👍👍👍

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