Blood Moon Terror

On the night of the blood moon, the village felt different — as if the air itself had

thickened with dread. Shadows danced wildly beneath the crimson sky, and whispers floated

on the wind, too faint to catch but chilling enough to freeze the heart. Becca,

alone in her old cabin, noticed the moon’s eerie glow bleeding through the window.

Suddenly, a deep, guttural howl ripped through the silence, followed by the

slow, deliberate tapping on her door. She didn’t dare look outside,

but the feeling of unseen eyes crawling over her skin was unbearable. As the blood moon

reached its peak, the ancient curse awakened. The creatures that lived in the dark,