The Ember Man
Every Halloween, when the wind howls through the charred remains of Old Briar Town, parents warn their children to stay indoors. They speak of the Ember Man—a creature born from the fire that once consumed the town long ago.
On this night, young Eli dared to ignore the warnings. With a cheap flashlight and more courage than sense, he crept toward the broken gate of the abandoned main street. The air smelled like burnt wood, as if the past flames never really died.
Suddenly, the fires flared to life in the skeletal buildings around him—silent one second, roaring the next. A towering figure stepped from the blaze, skin cracked like molten stone, eyes glowing with hatred and heat. The Ember Man smiled, revealing jagged fangs lit by embers deep inside his throat.
“You returned,” the monster growled, voice like cracking timber. Eli stumbled back, trembling. “This town burned because of fear,” it hissed. “And fear… fuels me.”
Eli turned and ran, the ground beneath him scorching with every step. He didn’t look back—not even when the fires dimmed and the whisper followed:
“I’ll see you next Halloween…”
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