Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 479: Story : Secrets of the Stone Chamber

The team moved cautiously through the narrow hallway until they reached a heavy wooden door. Rook examined it closely, noting the intricate carvings of wolves, swords, and moons etched into the dark wood. The door seemed alive, pulsating faintly as though it were breathing.

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"It's not locked," Viper said, brushing her fingers along the iron handle. "But something tells me this isn't just a room."

"Only one way to find out," Rook said, his voice calm yet commanding. He pushed the door open, revealing an opulent stone chamber.

The room was breathtaking. It resembled a medieval sanctuary, with arched ceilings of jagged stone beams and walls lined with glowing sconces. At the center stood a wrought iron bed draped with thick, velvet blankets and intricately designed pillows. A heavy rug covered the wooden floor, its patterns hinting at forgotten empires and coded messages.

"This doesn't belong underground," Shadow muttered, her sniper's instincts kicking in. She scanned every corner, her rifle steady, searching for hidden dangers.

"It's almost like... someone lives here," Ghost added, stepping toward the bed. His fingers trailed along the cold iron frame, and he crouched to inspect the base. "No dust. It's been used recently."

"Which means someone knows we're here," Rook growled. He gestured for the team to spread out and search.

Viper approached a side table where an old leather-bound journal rested beneath a brass lamp. The journal's cover bore the image of a wolf with piercing eyes. She opened it, flipping through pages of cryptic handwriting and diagrams.

"This is written in ancient Runic," she said, her brow furrowing. "I can't make sense of it, but these diagrams... they're layouts of this place. And something deeper beneath us."

Bulwark, who had been examining the locked wardrobe, gave the iron handle a tug. It wouldn't budge. "This thing's not opening without a key or explosives. Probably hiding something important."

Meanwhile, Ghost leaned toward a painting above the bed. It depicted a serene moonlit forest but had a strange texture. Running his hand over it, he felt a subtle vibration. "This painting isn't just decoration. It's connected to something."

Rook nodded. "This room isn't just for rest. It's a hub—a waypoint for someone or something operating within this labyrinth."

Suddenly, the sconces flickered, and the room seemed to exhale a low, rumbling sigh. The door slammed shut behind them, locking with a metallic clang.

"Trap," Shadow hissed, spinning toward the sound.

From the walls, faint whispers began to emerge, echoing in an otherworldly cadence. The voice grew clearer, speaking in a language none of them recognized. But Viper's Runic studies gave her a clue.

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"It's a warning," she said quickly. "Something about 'disturbing the sanctuary' and 'awakening the keeper.'"

As the whispers grew louder, the painting above the bed began to shift. The serene forest melted into darkness, and a pair of glowing red eyes appeared in the frame.

"Everyone, weapons up!" Rook barked. The room groaned, and the walls began to tremble.

The keeper was coming.