2025 Spooky Story Competition

The Waking of the Dead

Waves of inky night clawed at the lands, casting shadows in Their wake and vanquishing shards of light. Shriek! A crow's hoarse cry pierced the sky, singing sonnets Of sorrow to the watchful eye of the blood red moon. Groan. The old trees creaked and moaned as the wind battled relentlessly against them. Crack! Thunder shredded the sky and ripped through the Clouds, a fiery vessel of light that illuminated for No more than one second the haunting horrors that crawled Beneath the compact earth, waiting to be set free from Their dungeon of demise. The house of doom and gloom rested atop its Throne of frost as the glittering snow covered The once sage green grass like a polar quilt; a Beauty beside the beast. The house itself shivered Against winters venomous bite as it seeped in through Every slit on its crumbling walls.