A travler seeking shelter for the night wondered into a city. He didn’t know this city or even knew there was a city hear.

He knew something was off the second he was in the city limits. Unlike outside, the city had a dark aura around it. A tanted blue washed over everything, like a corps. No life was in site.

He wanted to get himself and his horse out as soon as possible.

As his horse trotted through the cobblestone streets, the click clack was all he herd. Then a bell tolled. The air got unatraly cold.

It started with one, then two, five, now easily one hundred twisted forms emerged out of the shadows. Each looked vaguely human. Some had a nooses around there necks, others were impaled or beheded. All signs of death, or execution.

He started to sprint on his horse as the dead twisted forms surrounded him with broken limbs, gaping mouths, and hollowed out eyes.

They started to crawl up his horse, sending it into a panic. The horse kicked and thrashed. Each movement chunks of flesh was ripped away.

The horse collapsed and the travler was ripped away from it.

He kicked and punched and somehow got away as the forms surrounded the horse.

Runing away he looked back to see if the forms where chasing him. Instead he saw the dead body of his horse twisting and breaking until it fully transformed and stood.

Head twisted upside down, limbs splayed and backwards, bones sticking out like spikes, the horses took charge at the travler.

The travler ran despretly despite knowing he couldn’t out run the twisted horses.

Hearing the horses right on his heals he started to prey.

Mabby some one heard him, because he saw the end of the city.

He jumped forward as the horse opened its wide mouth full of sharp teeth. The traveler could of sworn he felt the air around him shift as the horse just missed a bite, then the travler was out.

He had crossed the city limits. One more second he would of bean a twisted being of death.

Looking back he saw the city disappear in a cloud of smoke.

He survived and told his story. Then it was passed on and on until it was a legend, but he knew the truth. The City of Death was very real and waiting to kill.