Here’s a spooky short story inspired by the Murmur Wraith 👁️🕯️
Memory Like Fog
The fog rolled in just after midnight — thick, heavy, purposeful.
At first, I thought it was only the October chill settling over the old graveyard I was cutting through.
But then I heard it.
A whisper.
Not wind.
Not leaves.
A voice.
My name.
Soft, like someone trying to wake me from sleep.
“Elias…”
I turned so fast my breath cut in my throat.
No one. Just pale mist curling around tombstones like fingers dragging over stone.
I kept walking. Faster now.
“You forgot… didn't you?”
The whisper came again — but this time near my ear.
I spun, flashlight shaking, heart pounding against my ribs like it wanted to escape.
Something stood in the fog.
Tall.
Long arms that drooped like wet branches.
No eyes — only three open mouths stacked vertically, each gasping silently before whispering again.
“You left me here.”
My chest tightened. Memories flashed like broken film reels — hospital lights, rain, a gravestone with my brother's name.
I hadn’t been back since the funeral.
Not once. I buried him — then buried the memory too.
The thing drifted closer.
The mouths widened, trembling, voices layering over each other:
“Forgotten…”
“Left behind…”
“Remember us…”
Shadows crawled around it like insects. My lungs burned — I couldn't tell if I was breathing.
I stumbled backward, tripping on a stone.
When I hit the ground, laughter burst from me without thinking — desperate, terrified laughter.
And just like that, it stopped.
The creature dissolved, collapsing into a swirl of cold mist that vanished with a hiss.
Silence.
Only my heartbeat remained, loud and frantic.
And where the creature had stood…
three faint footprints shimmered — then melted into the air.
The fog lifted.
The graveyard felt empty again.
I ran home and locked every window, every door.
Hours later, as I finally started to calm down…
I heard a whisper behind me — soft, patient, familiar.
“You’ll forget again.”
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