Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 926 Story The Hollowing
926: Story 926: The Hollowing
926: Story 926: The Hollowing
The mansion shuddered, its walls groaning like a dying beast.
Mira clutched the Cursed Book, flipping through its now blank pages.
Her breath came fast, cold fear creeping into her chest.
“The pages… they were full before!” she whispered.
Draven fired a shot at one of the writhing shadow limbs, but the bullet sank into nothingness, absorbed by the darkness.
The Forsaken Girl stood motionless, her hollow eyes locked onto Mira.
“You took the book,” the girl said.
Her voice was layered, distorted.
“Now you must pay the price.”
The air thickened, pressing down as if the house itself was watching, waiting.
A deep, gurgling laugh rolled through the corridors.
The Rotting King stirred in the darkness beyond the girl, his form shifting, unraveling like something between life and death.
Elias cocked his revolver.
“If we don’t move, we’re screwed.”
Zara spun a dagger between her fingers.
“Already screwed, but noted.”
Then—the walls cracked open.
Rotten hands burst from the fractures, reaching, clawing.
A guttural wail shrieked through the air, rattling their skulls.
“We’re running.
NOW.” Draven grabbed Mira’s arm, yanking her down the hall.
The others followed, their boots echoing against the warped wooden floors.
The Forsaken Girl watched them go, her lips barely parting.
“They will never let you leave.”
They barreled into a grand ballroom, its floor a shattered mosaic of bones and dust.
Massive stained-glass windows lined the walls, each depicting a twisted story—figures devoured by shadows, faces etched in agony.
Zara turned, blades ready.
“We’re trapped.”
Mira gritted her teeth.
“There has to be a way out.”
The Rotting King’s voice oozed from the walls, slow, crawling.
“You are already inside me.”
The chandelier above twisted into a mass of ribcages and teeth, lunging downward.
They barely dodged as it crashed into the floor, shattering into a swarm of skittering things that screeched and scuttled toward them.
Elias fired, the gunshots booming, but the creatures kept coming, reforming as if reality itself had begun to decay.
Then—the book trembled in Mira’s grasp.
She glanced down.
Words began to etch themselves onto the blank pages.
One line.
“Bleed upon the gate, and the Hollowing will break.”
Mira’s pulse pounded.
“We need to find the gate—NOW.”
The ceiling split open, and from the darkness above, something massive and rotting descended.
The Rotting King reached for them.
The gate was somewhere in this house.
And they were running out of time.
