The Blood Moon Pact

ed the room, her vision adjusting to the dim light of dawn creeping through the wi

other nightmare," she whispered, but the burnin

cars left by fire. Her hands trembled as she traced the strange markings, memories of the

ng her. She hesitated before picking it up.

ssage fr

churned as s

The blood moon ri

the phone as if it had burned her.

tion to the hallway outside her room. Her pulse quickened

out, her voice bar

le

, this time closer. Grabbing a lamp from her bedside table, she crept tow

light failing to reach its corners. She straine

here?" she ca

erberated through the house, breaking the oppressive stillnes

This one loud

familiar v

f washed over her, but it was quickly replaced by drea

, her expression a mix o

've been calling

's distorted voice and black eyes lin

Anne demanded, h

, baffled. "Anne, it'

What did we call the cat that used t

es. You named him that because of the spots o

r and yanked it open,

ah asked, brushing past her. "Yo

I don't know what's happening, Sarah. I've been having these dreams

eb? I thought he le

he came back. He's... different. And the

cern to unease. "Anne, you're scari

wer, the lights flick

" Sarah asked, her

nne whi

turally across the floor and walls. A low, guttural whisp

Anne's arm.

rs brimming in her eyes.

sced into a singl

ose

. Frost spread across the windows, an

ng Sarah with her. "We

oor, but as Anne reached for the handle, it slammed shut

reverberating through the house. The wal

eamed, pointing t

distorted, his body flickering like a faulty projection. His black

he said, his voice overlappi

h toward the bac

low, slithering across the floor like living creatures. The back

apped!" S

ng. She grabbed a knife from the counter

uted, though her voi

rmed a towering figure with glowing red eyes and elongated limbs. Its pre

nife faltered. "What

rted cacophony. "You are the key. The blood

amed, slashing wildly with the knife, but her hand pas

er and swung it through the figure, scatteri

toward the front door, which now stood ajar. The whispers gre

The blood moon no longer hung in the s

asping for breath. "W

ng. "I don't know, but it's not over.

etched into her face. "W

e the faint glow of the setting sun sign