The Buried Giant Novels & Stories

Make fifteen bodies to be buried tomorrow. Ombro ordered all its members to work, preparing for tomorrow's ceremony. They buried all the bodies, in one big hole…that way it would be easier. They will be lined up and buried together. Today, some grown men dug the ground at the edge of the camp.. a loose soil.. former of sugarcane bed. They cut down the sugar cane first, then they dug it five meters deep. Soon the tomb will be marked…and only their camp will recognize it.

I shout so loudly my voice cracks, only this time, I didn't say the last part in English-it was full on Latin. The Demon starts to convulse and Uncle John's already dead-looking flesh begins ripping away from the sockets connecting his arms, spilling out the pungent odor of death. My palm goes to my face as pain overwhelms me. Zack steps ahead of me, repeating my exact words. "Tulit autem dic mihi qua Skylar!" "Caemeterium..." Zull gets out before thick black liquid shoots straight up from his mouth, forming into the body of giant reptile with horns and spikey hands.

He still wanted me dead. “Jesus, Jerry,” Detective Foster snapped. “What if she hears you? What do you think that would do to her?” “She can think whatever she wants. If she hadn’t begged Theo to come home for her birthday, he would’ve stayed hidden, and the Butcher wouldn’t have found him.” His voice cracked, raw with grief. “My boy was only eighteen… And we never even found his remains. My wife and I have been climbing that damn mountain for eight years, hoping to find anything that belonged to our son!”

“Another damn note. What does it mean this time?” “It’s another warning,” Elliot muttered. He turned the paper over, finding something scrawled on the back in faint ink: “The truth is hidden where the light dies.” “The light dies?” Jonah asked, frowning. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Elliot pocketed the note, already thinking. “It’s pointing us to something. A place. Somewhere dark, maybe underground.” Jonah scoffed. “Like the crypt? We’ve already been there, and all we found was a dead butler and more questions.”

“They dug a giant pit at the base of a mountain… that’s where they’re dumping them. That’s their final resting place—don’t you understand?!” No one buried the dead—not because they didn’t want to. But because there were too many. ***

"Move!" We climbed as fast as we could. Behind us, the sound of collapsing stone grew louder. The air filled with dust, making it difficult to breathe. Just as we reached the steel hatch above... It burst open. Fresh air rushed inside. Security officers from the surface pulled us out one by one. The moment I reached the grass, I collapsed onto my knees, coughing violently. Alexander emerged seconds later. The last guard climbed out just as part of the tunnel caved in behind him. The entrance disappeared beneath tons of earth. It was gone. Whatever secrets lay beneath Crowns Mansion had just been buried.

" I then played an audio recording. Hannah's voice came out. "Once I give birth to our child safely, I'll make him transfer all his assets under our child's name. Then we'll find a chance to take him mountain climbing overseas. Once he dies, the huge insurance payout plus all his money will be enough for us to spend for the rest of our lives." Adrian chuckled. "You're really something. You're squeezing every last drop of value out of him." The recording ended. I looked at Richard and Marjorie. "You knew about all of this and discussed it together. You're accomplices too."

It felt like someone was clutching my heart when I returned to the cemetery again. Even though I was a soul, I felt suffocated with cold sweat pouring down my forehead. Even my soul form started to thin. Being buried alive was the most horrifying form of torture. The cemetery was a mess when my coffin was opened violently. There was excrement everywhere inside my coffin, and the walls were filled with scratch marks. Those marks were traces of my struggle to survive. Mona could only stand and stare at the coffin blankly due to the horrifying sight. What had she done? She could not believe what she was seeing. She had buried Sean alive for seven days! He had nothing to eat or drink, and could

Elena asked him. “I’m about to kidnap you,” he smirked. False. “And what if i refuse?” “There’s no refusal to a kidnap,” he replied. “You’re in my car already.” “OMG. You-” “Yes. I checked them out and bought a few albums,” he replied, increasing the volume of the song playing. BTS- Airplane Pt2. “They are amazing, i have to admit. El-mariachii.” “Of course, they are,” she replied, smiling. “Where are you seriously taking me to?”

A deep, aching pull I don’t understand. Am I broken? Or have I buried the truth under so many expectations, I can’t even feel it? I curl beneath the covers, eyes still open. The celebration is over. The mask is off. But the questions remain.