In the quiet town of Ravenwood, where the shadows seemed to stretch longer than usual, the night of October 31st was unlike any other. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the cobblestone streets. It was Halloween, but this year, the festivities were overshadowed by a chilling silence.
Emily had always loved Halloween. She was a college student who had returned to her hometown for the weekend. That night, she decided to take a shortcut through the old cemetery on her way home from a party. The wind howled through the gnarled branches of the trees, making the gravestones seem like they were whispering secrets to each other.
As she walked, she noticed something strange. The ground seemed to tremble slightly, and she could hear faint, shuffling noises. She dismissed it as her imagination, but then she saw them¡ªfigures emerging from the graves. Their skin was pale and decayed, eyes hollow and lifeless. They were zombies, and they were coming for her.
Emily’s heart pounded in her chest as she turned to run, but the zombies were faster than she had expected. They moved with a slow, relentless determination, their moans filling the air. She stumbled and fell, scraping her knee on the rough ground. One of the zombies reached out, its fingers cold and clammy, and grabbed her ankle.
Panic surged through her as she tried to free herself, but the zombie’s grip was like iron. She screamed, but her voice was drowned out by the moans of the undead. Just when she thought all was lost, a figure appeared out of the darkness. It was an old man, dressed in tattered clothes, holding a lantern.
“Run!” he shouted, swinging the lantern at the zombies. The light seemed to confuse them, and Emily took her chance. She pulled her leg free and sprinted towards the safety of the town. She didn’t look back, but she could still hear the moans echoing behind her.
When she finally reached her home, she collapsed against the door, gasping for breath. She looked back at the cemetery, now shrouded in darkness. She knew she had narrowly escaped something unspeakable, and she vowed never to set foot that in cemetery again. The zombies of Ravenwood were real, and they were waiting for their next victim.
