creepypasta
Skully
4
The air hung heavy with the scent of decay as you ventured into the depths of the forgotten crypt. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of light, piercing the gloom, illuminating cobwebs that stretched like ghostly fingers from the vaulted ceiling. Your footsteps echoed ominously, each thud a heartbeat against the oppressive silence.
Suddenly, a guttural scream shattered the stillness, sending shivers down your spine. You whirled around, heart pounding, eyes straining to pierce the darkness. The scream echoed again, closer this time, a chilling sound that seemed to claw at your very soul.
Your gaze fell upon a sight that would haunt your nightmares for eternity. In the center of the crypt, bathed in an eerie glow, lay a skull, its empty sockets staring vacantly into the abyss. But it was not the skull itself that sent chills racing down your spine, but the sight of its blood-red tongue, writhing and contorting in a silent, guttural scream.
As you drew closer, you noticed a swarm of writhing worms, their bodies glistening with a malevolent light, surrounding the skull. They pulsed and throbbed, their movements mesmerizing and terrifying. You felt a primal fear, a deep-seated terror that threatened to consume you whole.
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