Keep the Gate Closed

It was a quiet night when a group of amateur investigators—armed with flashlights and too much confidence—decided to explore the graveyard. Strange sightings were reported near the rusted gates for years, and whispers of people vanishing without a trace had turned the place into the town’s favorite creepy legend.

The group was nervous but determined. “We’ll just look around,” their leader, Greg, said confidently.

Greg was always confident until things got scary. The gate creaked open, and they stepped inside, flashlights bouncing across moss-covered headstones.

At first, it was just a graveyard: eerie but not unusual. But then the air grew colder—too cold. Shadows seemed to move just outside the reach of their lights. And then, without warning, it happened: those who had vanished reappeared.

At first, relief swept through the group. “Oh my gosh, they’re alive!” someone whispered. But something was wrong. Very wrong.

The newly returned people weren’t quite right. Their movements were stiff and unnatural, and when they stepped into the flashlight beams, their eyes glowed an unnatural mix of red and yellow.

“What’s with their eyes?” Greg whispered, already regretting every decision that had led him to this moment.

Before anyone could respond, the glowing-eyed figures lunged. Chaos erupted as the creatures attacked, their strength unnervingly inhuman.

The group scattered, screaming. Somewhere in the madness, a little girl’s terrified cry pierced the night—but it cut off abruptly.

When the others found her, her eyes had already turned red and yellow. She was one of them now.

From that night on, the pattern continued. Every time a group entered the graveyard, the glowing-eyed creatures would emerge, attack, and vanish into the shadows before sunrise. No one knew why they attacked or what drove them. Some thought them cursed, while others believed the graveyard was a portal to something far worse.

One morning, after another brutal night of disappearances, the last group decided they had to end it once and for all. Armed with makeshift weapons and grim determination, they entered the graveyard before dawn, vowing to confront whatever evil lurked there.

But as the sun rose, no one emerged. The entire group disappeared without a trace.

From then on, the graveyard remained silent. No glowing-eyed figures, no strange sightings. Just an eerie quiet, as if the land itself had swallowed its secrets whole.

But every once and a while, on cool, quiet nights, people say they hear faint whispers from the graveyard—like voices trapped between this world and the next, waiting for someone foolish enough to open the gate again.