Witch Hill
I dreamed that some friends and I were on a hill named Witch Hill. It was a place where witches were given their species equivalent of a respectful burial: their bodies were laid out on the grass and left to rot. Eventually, their rotting flesh would come to life, detach from their skeleton, and begin tunneling through the dirt. The skeleton would be left behind at the surface, covered in a thin stringy substance called "bone web". The witches were humanoid (and all had two eyes and a mouth) but each one had a completely unique bone structure.
People would sometimes move the skeletons and explore the tunnels underneath, because moving the body after the flesh departed wasn't considered disrespectful.











