Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 931 Story The Manor of the Forsaken
931: Story 931: The Manor of the Forsaken
931: Story 931: The Manor of the Forsaken
The train screeched to an abrupt halt, throwing Draven and the others forward.
The void outside the windows melted away, replaced by an eerie landscape—twisted trees, fog curling like dead fingers, and at the heart of it all, a massive, decaying mansion beneath a swollen blood-red moon.
Mira clutched the Cursed Book, its pages vibrating with unseen energy.
“This isn’t just a stop.
It’s a trap.”
The train doors groaned open.
A cold whisper slipped through, chilling the air.
The Ghoul Trainmaster appeared at the far end of the car, his skeletal grin widening.
“All must disembark.
The Mistress awaits.”
Elias flicked open his lighter, the small flame casting shadows across his weary face.
“Mistress?”
Before anyone could react, the passengers—half-rotted, grinning corpses—began standing up.
Their heads lolled, their sunken eyes now filled with crimson light.
“No time for questions—MOVE!” Draven barked.
They bolted out onto the platform.
Behind them, the ghouls screeched, their bones snapping unnaturally as they clawed forward.
The train vanished, swallowed by the mist.
Ahead, the manor doors creaked open by unseen hands.
Zara tightened her grip on her dagger.
“Great.
A haunted house in the middle of nowhere.
Perfect.”
The survivors stepped inside.
Candlelight flickered, revealing a grand hallway lined with portraits of hollow-eyed figures.
The air was thick with the scent of decay and old, rotting wood.
Then, a voice—soft, delicate, but inhuman—whispered from the shadows.
“You’ve come far… but why do you run?”
A girl stepped into the dim light.
No older than twelve, her hair dark as ink, her dress torn and stained with something black.
Her eyes—bottomless voids—locked onto Mira.
Mira swallowed hard.
“You’re the Forsaken Girl.”
The child smiled, her teeth too sharp, too many.
“That’s what they call me.
But I am just… waiting.”
Elias tensed.
“Waiting for what?”
The Forsaken Girl raised a hand.
The walls trembled, shadows slithering from the paintings.
A low moan rumbled through the house as the figures in the portraits twisted, their mouths stretching open.
Draven aimed his shotgun, his finger on the trigger.
“If you’re part of this nightmare, we’ll end you here.”
The girl tilted her head.
“You don’t understand.
You’re already inside.”
The doors behind them slammed shut.
The manor shuddered, the floorboards beneath them twisting like muscle and bone.
The walls breathed.
Zara stepped back, voice low.
“This place… it’s alive.”
The Forsaken Girl’s eyes darkened.
“Welcome to your new home.”
