The day the skeletons woke up was the day humanity ended. Mark was at work when it happened. The day was like any other, quiet and vibrant with colours from the autumn sun. He was at his desk when he felt a shifting from inside of him. He gasped and put a hand to his chest as he heard the screams from his coworkers. He felt a shifting and a crawling from inside. It was then he watched in horror as he saw his fingers become limp, like deflated balloons as he felt his skeleton curl its fingers into his palm. He screamed in terror as his skeleton then pulled both of its arms into his torso. His arms both looked deflated as he felt a sharp pain in his chest. As the screams of his coworkers rang out he watched as the skeleton's hands split open his chest and tear his torso open, pulling its legs out from his flesh and climbing out, blood splattering across the room. The world fell away as the skeleton pulled itself from his scalp. And that was the day humanity died.
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Goretober 2021
HorrorI did this last year and I'm doing it again, I still can't draw so I'm going to be writing a short story for each prompt. I can't promise that i'll finish the entire thing but I want to beat my record last year so wish me luck
