Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition

The castle loomed over the jagged cliffs like a dark, menacing specter. Its stone walls, weathered by centuries of relentless wind and rain, seemed to grow out of the very rock itself, towering over the furious sea that crashed against the shore below. The sky above was thick with storm clouds, casting an eerie green glow over the landscape as lightning cracked in the distance.

The wind howled, carrying with it the cries of a thousand unseen voices.

Eleanor had been warned. She had heard the stories, whispered in taverns and around fires, of the Castle of Shadows. They spoke of an ancient curse, a family lost to time, and the souls that still roamed its halls. Yet, something deeper than curiosity pulled her toward it.

Maybe it was the unanswered questions about her ancestors or the strange pull she had always felt toward this place, as though it had been calling to her all her life.

She approached the castle gates, the wind pulling at her cloak, her heart pounding in her chest. The iron gate creaked as she pushed it open, its rusted hinges protesting the intrusion. Stepping into the courtyard, she felt the weight of history press down on her. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and decay.

The castle was eerily quiet, save for the occasional groan of the ancient structure settling. Eleanor's footsteps echoed as she crossed the threshold, entering the great hall. Dust covered the floor, and cobwebs draped from the high, arched ceilings. But something was off—there was a feeling in the air, an oppressive presence, as if the very walls were watching her.

As she moved deeper into the castle, she couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't alone. Shadows flickered at the edge of her vision, darting out of sight whenever she turned to look. The portraits of long-dead nobles hanging on the walls seemed to watch her, their eyes following her every move.

Eleanor found herself drawn toward the central tower, the highest point of the castle. She ascended the spiral staircase, each step echoing louder than the last, as though something was keeping pace with her. When she finally reached the top, she found herself in a circular room, empty except for a large, ancient mirror that stood in the center.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The mirror was cracked, its silvered surface tarnished, but something about it felt…alive.

Hesitantly, Eleanor approached, her reflection distorted and fractured in the broken glass. As she stood before it, the shadows in the room seemed to coalesce, gathering behind her. She felt a cold breath on the back of her neck. Frozen in place, she watched in horror as her reflection began to change. The face staring back at her was no longer her own.

It was a woman, pale and gaunt, her eyes hollow and filled with sorrow.

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Suddenly, the woman in the mirror spoke, her voice a whisper carried on the wind. "You should not have come."

The mirror shattered, and the room plunged into darkness. The last thing Eleanor heard before the shadows closed in around her was the sound of the sea crashing violently against the cliffs, and the cold, hollow laughter of the spirits she had awakened.

The Castle of Shadows had claimed another soul.