Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition

He found me in the hallway, panic-stricken. Comforting me, he led me back to the room, insisting there was no ghost. Laughing, he pointed to the photo and explained that it was of their old village squire, who had died in battle with his enemy. Despite his reassurances, I felt a lingering fear and insisted on returning home.

As we journeyed back to the city, the haunting image of the squire stayed with me, a reminder of the eerie visit to the old haveli.