Living Tombstone Spooky Scary Skeletons Novels & Stories

"Doctor, that’s... that’s impossible. Insects don't live in living tissue. They need oxygen. They need—" "They don't need what we need, Elias," he interrupted, snapping the film onto the lightbox. Click. The light revealed my skeleton, but it looked like a map of a nightmare. My humerus wasn't a solid white pillar of calcium. It was a cathedral of lace. Thousands of microscopic, hair-thin tunnels branched out from the center, spiraling toward the joints in patterns that looked terrifyingly intentional. And there, frozen by the radiation of the scan, were the inhabitants. They were opaque, spindly silhouettes—thousands of them, clustered in the hollows of my ribs, marching in columns through

He led me about ten feet to the left of the path, pushing aside a thick, snow-laden bush. The stench hit me first the cloying, sweet smell of decay, masked by the cold but unmistakable. Lying in a shallow hollow was a skeleton, clad in the rotted remnants of what looked like leather armor. It was curled in on itself, its spine arched unnaturally. Embedded in its ribcage and the frozen earth beneath it were dozens of long, sharpened wooden stakes that had clearly shot out from the side of the path. A cold dread, entirely different from the chill of the mountain, seeped into my bones.

A stubbornness that refused to let her fade quietly. “What did you see?” Ronan asked, his voice low. Lyra’s fingers curled against his chest, as if gathering strength from his heartbeat. “The burial ground,” she whispered. “The graves weren’t only victims. They were evidence.” Tobias froze slightly, then turned toward her. “You remember what we found?” Lyra nodded. “Skeletons with silver wounds. Small graves. Too small.” Dain’s face tightened. “Pups.” Lyra’s throat constricted.

I was in a tomb. Deep, rock-cut shelves or recesses lined the cave, carved out three high. Within most lay skeletons, many clad in cloth so ancient it was crumbling, or in strange armour, weapons and jewellery lay about the edges of the cave, where they had fallen from the corpses as the bodies decayed. It wasn’t the skeletons that scared me. It was the sense that those empty eye-sockets were looking right at me. I felt a sob of fear wrench itself from my lungs, and tried to back up into the passage again, but I did not dare look away from the skeletons and all I found was rock behind me. Something crunched under my heel.

“They say that Father Albert has been furious about the matter. He has asked the city council to post soldiers at the entrance to the cemetery in order to prevent it from happening again. " "Father Albert?" "The priest of Mortis of the church of the six great gods." "And who is the 'Tomb Raider'?" Viktor asked nervously. “The name has its origin in the popular fable that parents tell their children to scare them and make them behave well. But now it seems that the "Tomb Raider" is not a simple scary tale for children, after all. The first bodies began to disappear at the end of last year. Three in a few months. The first was hardly missed, since it belonged to a hanged criminal. The second w

The headstones were worn smooth by centuries of weather, and most of the names had been erased by time. As I crept between the headstones, trying to stay hidden while I figured out what was happening, I began to notice things that made my skin crawl. The symbols carved into some of the stones weren't Christian crosses or normal cemetery decorations. They were the same dark symbols I had seen in my father's box. This was a supernatural cemetery - a place where vampires and werewolves and other creatures had been buried for hundreds of years. And right in the center of it all, I found what I was looking for.

Ramirez commented, growling in front of us. "Where are we? Are we still in the woods?" Xander wondered. Our eyes darted to the spacious area. The path was disappearing and reappearing in random areas. The forest floor is toying with us as it plays tricks to make us confused. It all boils down to a game of memory and timing. We would need to memorize every step and for how long each second lasts. At least we had seven pairs of eyes to see and seven brains to remember. That should have been the case, but the eerie and disturbing silence consumed us once again. In the slots where the path or step disappears, it lets us see what lies below. It was not those petty silver spikes or spears. Nor a c

“They sound a bit like bone dice being rolled.” “They smell,” Tilyth added. He was considerably younger than Narayan, a boy still, long limbed in that awkward coltish innocence of childhood just beginning to edge into maturity. “They will smell worse in a few days,” I replied. “The excarnation removes most of the flesh and organs from the bones, but there is always a bit left behind. If an animated skeleton is kept long enough, it passes through a rank stage, and then the smell settles as the remaining flesh rots off. They never smell fantastic, and their smell is definitely more noticeable in large numbers, but it does get better.”

Forcing my eyes to read in the dark, and also in the rain, I finally picture the statement which says M-A-T-E! The writing wasn't clear but I think I saw Mate. "Mate?" I uttered out, not knowing what was ahead of me. The coffin automatically opens on its own, and a skeleton jumps out of it. First time in my life I had ever seen a skeleton, and not to mention that the skeleton just 'Jump Out' Fear creeps inside of me, as I shut my eyes wide open, ready to scream while running away, but something strange happens. The skeleton which had just risen from the coffin placed its mouth on my neck.

Naomi comforted. She tracked Celeste's smartwatch location and rushed over in her car. When she found Celeste, the latter was sitting alone by the roadside and covered in a thick layer of snow. She was freezing there! Naomi couldn't hold back her tears. It felt like all the strength had been drained from her body. She scooped Celeste into her arms. "Don't be scared, Celeste. I'm here now," Naomi said reassuringly. "Mom, I was so scared. I'm so cold," Celeste sobbed uncontrollably as she curled up in Naomi's arms.