Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition

Chapter 115 Story 115 The Hunger of the Undying

The town of Cold Hollow had long been forgotten by the outside world, its crumbling buildings and abandoned streets swallowed by nature. The once-thriving community had dwindled to a handful of souls, too old or too stubborn to leave. They knew something dark had taken root in their midst, something that had driven the younger generations away. Discover exclusive content at empire

But they never spoke of it—not to each other, and certainly not to outsiders.

Late one evening, a thick fog rolled in, blanketing the town in a suffocating shroud. The streets were empty, save for the occasional scurrying of a rat or the creak of a rusty sign swinging in the wind. The air was heavy with the smell of damp earth and decay. The few remaining residents locked their doors and windows, praying for the night to pass uneventfully.

But the fog brought more than just the chill of the night. In the heart of the mist, something stirred—something ancient and insatiable. Its name had been lost to time, but its hunger was eternal. It had once been human, a creature of flesh and blood, but death had twisted it into something monstrous.

The townsfolk had seen glimpses of it in their nightmares—a ghastly figure with rotting skin stretched tight over a skeletal frame, its eyes glowing with a sickly yellow light, and its lips pulled back in a grotesque grin that revealed jagged, decaying teeth.

What she saw on the other side made her blood run cold.

The creature was there, its face inches from the glass, its yellow eyes locked onto hers. Its grin widened, revealing its broken, rotting teeth. Mrs. Jenkins screamed, stumbling backward, but it was too late. The creature moved with terrifying speed, smashing through the window and lunging at her with outstretched claws. It clamped its jaws around her throat, silencing her scream, and began to feed.

The fog muffled her death rattle, and by the time anyone noticed Mrs. Jenkins was missing, the creature had moved on, leaving behind nothing but blood-soaked knitting and a shattered window. One by one, the townsfolk fell victim to the monster in the fog, their screams echoing through the night as it feasted on their flesh, leaving behind nothing but husks drained of life.

By dawn, Cold Hollow was silent. The fog lifted, revealing the town as it had always been—empty, decaying, and forgotten. The creature had returned to its slumber, buried deep within the earth, waiting for the next time the fog rolled in. The few survivors who remained packed their bags and fled, leaving behind a town with no future, only a past steeped in horror.

And somewhere in the ruins of Cold Hollow, the creature waited, its hunger unquenched, knowing that one day, it would rise again to claim what was left.