🥀 Buried Secrets 🪦

Intro I arrived at my grandfather’s village late in the evening, the air thick with the scent of wet earth. The small, secluded village was surrounded by dense forests and silent hills. It was peaceful, yet something felt wrong. The villagers whispered when they thought no one was listening, their eyes flicking nervously whenever the old cemetery was mentioned. No one dared go near it after dark. The winds there were colder, the ground thick with overgrown tombstones bearing names long worn away. People had been vanishing for months—always near the cemetery, always after dusk. Fear gripped the village, and my mission was clear: uncover the truth and stop whatever was causing the disappearances. As I walked to my grandfather's house, I saw him—the new gardener. He stood by the cemetery’s edge, tall, broad-shouldered, dressed entirely in black. His presence felt heavy, the air thickening around him. His dark, unruly hair framed a pale, sharp face, and his eyes glowed faintly red in the fading light. A chill ran down my spine. I had spent years hunting vampires—I knew one when I saw one. But something about him felt darker, more dangerous. My instincts screamed at me to turn away, but I couldn’t. Later that night, driven by a mix of fear and curiosity, I followed him. Hidden in the cemetery’s shadows, I watched him disappear into the dark. What I discovered shattered everything I believed. He wasn’t just a vampire—he was behind the disappearances. But the truth was more complex. There was something else at play, something older and far more sinister. As the mystery unraveled, the line between enemy and ally began to blur. I was forced to question everything—my duty, my beliefs, even my heart. One thing was certain: the village’s fate would be decided in the darkness. And sometimes, to defeat a greater evil, you must stand beside the very thing you were taught to destroy.