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The massacre

 


The massacre

I’ve been waiting so long to see “blood moon” great astronomical phenomenal happens in front of my eyes, like today, watching it clearly out of the window, shooting pictures of it, and for no reason I felt like weird events may occur in just minutes. I don’t know if it was my power or moon’s power; quite several hours passed safely before our organization get cursed by unrecognizable identities,

unrecognizable creatures, fast, enormous, bright-eyed, and mortally rambunctious, coming in crowds.

Rooms were filled in moments, and heartbeats were heard so loud, their footsteps were close to our room, we were five, two girls and three young boys hiding under the table, we tried to protect them until the door was badly wrecked…. I ran about fifteen feet far away from them, separating from each other, in dread, grieving, hearing screams echoing through the corridors, seeing ripped victims in rows, smelling blood all over the walls and the floors. While I was finding an escape, I witnessed a painted circle holds in a five-pointed star and surrounded by candles; there, in a particular room, maybe someone misused the rituals throughout summoning a dark entity. Maybe they made them furious.

I reached the inlet but had no ability to exit without being harm, so I knocked the “admins” door in rush and terror, until they finally opened it and pulled me, gazing at what can be behind my back.

I recommended them solutions but no single one accepted any of them, they all refused to be brave, they preferred being silent and hidden, however I know that it won’t be much time to stay like that.

I tried to break the windows with weapons around, but it was a waste of time, I asked them to open the door, but they didn’t give a solicitude for what I said. They gathered at the end of the room, sweating profusely and calling for God’s help; crowds consist of both human and monsters were shattering the door, I was holding an axe and finally ready, feeling bored of being always scared of everything, I want to make sure that I’m massively capable to kill whatever called a “FEAR”.

I moved backward and bashed the first monster in the head, watching others dislocating people’s jaws roughly, I tried to smash the gate lock before one catches me.

I breathed wildly the moment I stepped out of that shelter, hospital, or whatever it was, I don’t want to remember, I don’t want to be there anymore, I ran through the woods, at late night, seeing blood moon above and feeling a bit warm. One sure thing is that deer standing along the middle of the route, was real.

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