The Living Legend

Chapter Four

We started hearing something moving fast between the graves, something huge emerging from the trees. A low growl echoed around us, sending a chill through my spine. My body was trembling. Kyle stepped closer to the empty headstone, stared at Zach with a challenging look, and spat on it as he turned to leave.

But it was too late. Something grabbed him from behind with terrifying speed. In one swift motion, he was gone, vanished from our midst. I heard the sickening sound of bones breaking, the tearing of flesh—he didn’t even have time to scream or cry out in pain.

We started running, but I noticed that whatever it was wasn’t chasing us. It wasn’t behind us, at least.

When we reached a safer spot, Zach spoke, his voice filled with sadness. “He should’ve respected her... he shouldn’t have done that.”

I didn’t know exactly who he was talking about, but I think I figured it out from his words. The grave with the blank headstone—that was hers. That was the Pale Lady’s grave.

As for the thing that dragged Kyle away, I saw its hand clearly. I saw the burned, decayed hand, crawling with maggots and filled with grotesque, pus-filled wounds.

I don’t know exactly what it was.

But I know one thing for sure... I never want to see it again.

The End.