Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 928 Story Beneath the Floorboards

928: Story 928: Beneath the Floorboards

928: Story 928: Beneath the Floorboards

The world lurched as the house swallowed the light, plunging them into unnatural darkness.

The only sound was the rasping breath of the Forsaken Girl, still bound in chains.

Draven gritted his teeth, tightening his grip on his shotgun.

“Stay together!”

The walls twitched, shifting like living flesh.

From beneath the warped floorboards, something stirred, scraping, clawing—as if something was trying to get out.

Mira clutched the Cursed Book, her fingers trembling as the ancient leather pulsed.

The symbols across the girl’s skin glowed faintly, reacting to its power.

“She’s a tether,” Mira whispered.

“A conduit.

This house is alive because of her.”

Elias exhaled sharply, revolver in hand.

“Then we cut the connection.”

The floor splintered, and skeletal hands burst from the cracks, dragging themselves upward.

Mouths split across their fingers, whispering in voices that weren’t their own.

Zara lunged, twin daggers flashing as she hacked through the grasping limbs.

The creatures shrieked, their bodies bursting into black mist.

But for every one that fell, more crawled from the abyss below.

A hollow voice slithered through the air.

“You are trespassing in His domain.”

The shadows at the far end of the room thickened, coalescing into a towering figure.

The Hollow Man stepped forward, his elongated frame wrapped in stitched flesh, his grin too wide, too sharp.

He held a lantern in his skeletal fingers, its light flickering with trapped souls.

The Forsaken Girl giggled.

“He is here.”

Draven raised his shotgun, but the Hollow Man merely tilted his head, unaffected.

The air around them grew heavy, pressing into their chests like an invisible hand.

Mira gasped, her knees buckling.

“He’s—he’s feeding—”

The Hollow Man breathed in, his form expanding, his stitched smile splitting wider.

The shadows at their feet stretched, pulling at their limbs, trying to drag them down.

Elias fired his revolver—silver bullets flashing through the dark.

The Hollow Man jerked, his grin faltering for the briefest second.

“Silver,” Elias muttered.

“He doesn’t like silver.”

Zara pulled a hidden blade from her belt—pure silver, etched with runes. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

“Then let’s see if he likes this.”

She lunged, slashing through the darkness.

The Hollow Man hissed, recoiling as the blade sank into his side, black ichor oozing from the wound.

Mira forced herself upright, flipping through the Cursed Book, eyes scanning for anything that could sever the girl’s bond to this place.

Then—

There.

A ritual.

A dangerous one.

“We have to burn the chains,” Mira gasped.

“They’re the key!”

Draven didn’t hesitate.

He grabbed a torch from the wall, the flames licking hungrily at the cursed metal.

The girl screamed, the house shuddered, and the Hollow Man’s howl split the air.

The walls began to collapse.

The spell was breaking.

And something even worse was waking up.