Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition

The wind whispered through the tall reeds of the marshlands, carrying with it an eerie melody that seemed to chill the very air. In a secluded part of the world, where light struggled to penetrate the thick canopy of twisted trees, a sinister enclave thrived, hidden from the eyes of men.

Lena had ventured too far from the village, driven by curiosity and a dare that now seemed foolish. The tales of strange creatures lurking in the marsh had always been dismissed as the ramblings of the old and weary, but as she found herself surrounded by the dense undergrowth, the truth of those stories became terrifyingly clear.

She moved cautiously, each step sinking slightly into the wet, spongy ground. The faint rustle of leaves behind her made her pause. Her breath caught in her throat as a sudden realization struck—she was not alone.

From the shadows, they emerged—small, twisted beings with elongated limbs, leathery skin, and eyes that gleamed with malicious intent. Goblins, the stuff of nightmares, creatures born of darkness and malice, their existence was an abomination against nature itself.

Lena tried to run, but the ground seemed to pull her feet deeper, slowing her down. One of the goblins, larger and more grotesque than the others, leapt out from the thicket and grabbed her, hoisting her over its shoulder with ease. She screamed and thrashed, but her struggles only seemed to amuse the creature as it carried her deeper into the marsh.

The other goblins followed, laughing in their guttural language, as one of them sketched something on a tattered piece of parchment, seemingly documenting their newest catch. Lena's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing for a way out, but she was helpless against their overwhelming strength.

As they reached a clearing, the goblins set Lena down, encircling her like wolves around a trapped deer. The leader of the group approached, its cruel grin revealing sharp, jagged teeth. With a twisted finger, it traced the outline of her face, savoring the terror in her eyes.

But before they could begin whatever dark ritual they had in mind, a strange, melodic sound filled the air. The goblins froze, their eyes wide with fear. From the underbrush, a figure stepped forward, draped in a cloak of shadows. It was a woman, her eyes glowing with an unnatural light. The goblins, once so confident, cowered before her, recognizing her as something far more ancient and powerful.

"You have ventured too far from your domain, creatures," the woman's voice echoed through the clearing, her tone laced with authority. "Leave this place, or face the wrath of the Old Ones."

The goblins hissed, but they knew better than to challenge her. With one last snarl, they retreated into the darkness, leaving Lena trembling on the ground.

The woman approached Lena, her expression softening. "You are safe now, but you must leave this place and never return," she warned. "The marsh is no place for the living."

With a gentle touch, she helped Lena to her feet. As quickly as she had appeared, the woman vanished into the mist, leaving Lena to find her way back to the village, forever haunted by the horrors she had witnessed in the heart of the marsh.