The Bone-Licker of the Graveyard

Everyone’s heard of shadow demons… but some graveyards grow something worse. Locals call it the

Bone-Licker. Not a ghost. Not a demon. A thing formed from the habits of the

dead. Its body is wrong— half exposed bone, half slick flesh, like a corpse stitched

together by mistake. Its mouth is tiny. Its tongue is long enough to drag through dirt.

It doesn’t kill. It sits beside you all night, sniffing… tasting… pulling the strength

out of your bones, piece by piece. No pain. No wounds. Just a slow,

hollowing. At dawn, people are found alive— standing,

breathing— but unable to walk. Doctors say the bones are there… but empty inside.